self respect

my poetry
is revolution
of my spirit.
between my lust
and desire.
contemplation
and contempt.
my poverty
feeds the
money changers.
my behavior
crucifies my
buddhism
in jesus Christ.
the beauty in
all things ugly.
a frozen
peace of mind
weakens further
the weary.
a schizophrenic
god eats
my dreams.
i strip my poetry
from the
alphabet.
each word
is my
temporary birth,
an artificial
death.
all things equal
is the poet’s fault.

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