poetry

no spirit

a poem by jacob berg

art available @dullstyle

don’t believe me for
hayfever or a last meal,
paint under my nails, lucky
i work from home. no spirit
no gridlines no more, one
sausage and a forkful of
sauerkraut, a bun for
the best of days. she
wants her pound of flesh,
i’ve got a few to spare –
can’t blame the girl,
burnt the sausage too.

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only a poet. artist. theorist. i have no special talents, i am only passionately curious. www.dullstyle.ca.

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Jacob Berg

Jacob Berg

only a poet. artist. theorist. i have no special talents, i am only passionately curious. www.dullstyle.ca.

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