Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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What is left un-said entombed
as testament to the dead
last words no longer trapped
in fear of embarrassment
and disclosure, rage tires
in absent calm, morbid obsessions
buried, love un-requited, longings
hesitated, held, suspended
in empty air, testimony felt but not shared
poems exhausted of content
forms, prosaic from the streets, grunts
stuttering taps, never more
vulgar lore that some call music.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 1/25/2013