by Lauren Hynde
Here's another of Lauren's from over 3 years ago. Savor it.
A tourist's stop at the poet's birtplace and as a remembrance, one of his books?
No, just a postcard. Seems so touristy and cheesy and so very real.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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Mucking around in a dead poets house ~ savoring the past.
I will definitely return to this poem to enjoy again !
oder gar im keller
liegen die dunklen geheimnisse
des schreibers
jung wild radikal
angepasster schleimer
doch auch verbrannt
und somit verbannt
hat er vieles
unkeusches
dieser elfte zwölfte finger