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E. Michael Desilets Reads Jacqueline Czel

The Poet in Love

He said, you don't see it, when I work,
and tinker with tools and gadgets to install.
It's pure poetry - Oh, it's poetry after all.

He said, you don't see it, when I shout,
vent and vote out injustice at the town hall.
It's pure poetry - Oh, it's poetry after all.

He said, you don't see it, when I scream
and rail on the couch at an uncaught ball.
It's pure poetry - Oh, it's poetry after all.

He said, you don't see it, when trash and
all things truly heavy is left for me to haul.
It's pure poetry - Oh, it's poetry after all.

He said, you don't see it, when I want to
love you and leave you limp like a rag doll.
It's pure poetry - Oh, it's poetry after all.

He said, you don't see it, when I refuse to
beg and resist the urge to verbally brawl.
It's pure poetry - Oh, it's poetry after all.

He said, you don't see it - All that's good
and the long love letters I mentally scrawl.
It's pure poetry - Oh, it's poetry after all.

He said, you don't see it, when I accede
to coldness, as you once again stone wall.
It's pure poetry - Oh, it's poetry after all.

He said, you don't see it, when I'm out
with the guys on an innocent  pub crawl.
It's pure poetry - Oh, it's poetry after all.

He said, you don't see it, when I cry in my
drink for want of warmth and begin to drawl.
It's pure poetry - Oh, it's poetry after all.

He said, you don't see it, when I mutter and
mumble as I stumble, and sprawl after I fall,
b/c you don't know poetry - poetry at all.

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Jacqueline Czel

E. Michael Desilets

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