Rivalge

The readerly approach can creep up on you.
Mid-phrase the phrase can rive the groove out of bop.
Whatever we say, it’s rite.
But that doesn’t bring us any closer.
You roam the streets you know are not streets.
You hope all along, nonetheless, for streets.
Whose fault is that?


Brian Clements | Mudlark No. 28
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