Bad neighborhood

my own acre among the whorehouses of the Lord

I walk ’round it finding no time to speak

walk my mastiff on by the virtuosos with their discreet tricks

who are witty till 12 at night and I am ashamed to sit alone

my candle not enough to light my own ache

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 17 February 1663/64.

Dave Bonta

Learn by heart: tap a gap

among the of the Lord

I walk ’ it

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