Sawing Churchbells

most men do active things,
yardwork, carwork, cellarwork,
or they fish, play golf on a
chilly day, repair shit in the
house, watch nothing on tv,
some mens' hearts are guitars,
they sing in a room. some women
flute flute, smell like babies,
tulips. they cook thru necessary
steps, recipes of repetition &
language; that burn of rapture.
kids' heads inside games,
saturated like poets,
twins of instantaneous
thrill. everglades in nepal.
gravity begins dissolving
so we lift like moon astronauts.
some people are uniquely confused,
muted by ugliness,
beauty sucking cum

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poem by Ron Androla
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