Lucre

White-hot and a black burn: mind and face. I look for direction, see money and a petticoat.

I have taken up with that dog, that plenipotentiary death. What a great profit I made. How I cheated.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 8 March 1659/60.

Dave Bonta

Learn by heart: tap a gap

White-hot and a burn:

I look for ,

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