The Pilgrimage, Book II: Part 9 / Phillip Neal Tippin

The eunuch runes of our time
Spell ruin and the rise of barren ties

Ways of saying
What you’ve done

While the others undressed for bed
The ginkgo became sick upon the lawn.

Deserve the derision
In which I dwell, wishing
To cleanse the thoughts
By which I’m held in you.

better yet
Take myself out of my love



All poetry and supplementary material: copyright 2020-2022 by Phillip Neal Tippin. All rights reserved.

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