Friday, February 27, 2015

poem || John Pursch

Shrug

I exceed expectations
I expect excess
I expectorate excessively

I am the spitting image

Half of me is undertaker
Underwater given over

To quelled eruptive overflow
Of life’s everlasting bath

In salty shellfish disregard
For all beyond my foolish nose

Ignoring sight and smell and touch
Or hint of suffering’s omnipresent

Shrug.

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