school of hard knocks & street smarts

Love can soothe the most terrible beast
   in me or miles away,
     it is the God of a thousand names

             listening still as frozen water
      not called upon—

               blurred in my back pocket
       with your likeness

     what can I say other than this
           your wayward companion
     years in a desperate making
             in competition with your excellence

       I fear to show

–LM

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