but prose gets it done
if something is happening
it’s not poetry or in poetry
which is always pulling off the road
suggesting we have nowhere to go
let’s sleep here in the grass
whereas prose is on cruise
control in the fast lane
as if pursued by demons or rather
as if it could escape from the demons
who are our constant companions
whom poetry makes friends with
marries and settles down
in the barrio on the south
side of town while prose
gets famous richer more remote
his own religion God knows
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