In Bloom

For critics everywhere.

The false folk lament amid the din of their resounding trumpet.
leaving you sticky and stuck fast on the critical causeway.
Steamrolling giants for sport,
and sporting sessions prizing deconstruction of psychic pathways.

"I'm an arm-chair philosopher,"
and I am armed in a chair with pen and meaning,
letting fly all the stories of my heart.

I use you foil and foe, USE YOU, as you use me and mine.

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