Jeffry
Michael Jensen
ALL MERCY
ALL THE TIME
Love can be
a noisy conversion.
My hand got
caught inside her sweater.
The wrong
fingers starved on the vine.
There was
soup on my chin during visiting hours.
Fire trucks
got caught in my necktie.
I’ve been
given enough rope to tie
everyone up
many times over.
The Mayans
and their end of the world
don’t scare
me in the least.
I have
bigger fish to fillet.
I’m being tormented by Greek tactics,
Hebrew handshakes, Chinese water
prints,
and American mud up to my punk
mouth.
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