‘I got soul
and I’m super bad’ said Whitman
I write in longhand
and then go back
to that time
in my serious moments
I don’t blame James Brown
(the singer) for everything
but his wildness entered even
penmanship and prose
doubling in death like a sea
Stevens sings of words
what can’t be said
can’t be all sad
in a winter of youth.
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