Ceteris Paribus Hangs From My Wall and My Heart

Image

Now

Show this

Violet class your

heart and lobby,

your quilt and

guilty smile

and drifter’s flee.

Two cursed words,

ceteris paribus,

hang from my wall,

and breath deep

within my darkened lungs 

that pump thin blood.

In, out, about

and there

and here and

such to the repeated

shuffle and

its chords.

Comparison

fairs only in some wild

unbegotten

of its own accord.

To finally leave Gustav Klimpt’s 

obsession behind,

swinging original outlet,

and known

successful score.

Get ready,

get rested,

you’re gonna go far kid.

Very, very far.

Published by James J Jackson, Jr

I'm a poet and leftist political organizer from Sacramento, CA.

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