​ My address to a thumping sound in the woods which seemed clownish

Thump thump 
Please come here? 
My rash is here 
and here 
and here. 
I hoped, 
Communion is me and you 
in spring with a few 
Anti-itch creams in our eyes. 
I am made of running face paint 
And faded oversized shoes but 
I don’t understand your music.

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My Mirror tells me everything

Look at you, 
You’re my fucking mirror. 
In your front 
I eat lunch. 
Your offset smears 
Are honest. 
In you I howl, 
“I am a clown.”
I’ve checked the earth.
I found no other nipples worth feeding on. ​

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Bo Rahm is Forty years old. When he isn't writing he's wasting time. He has not been published but hopes to be. His favorite Poets include Theodore Roethke and Frank O’Hara. Bo has earned a Bachelors degree in creative writing. He is the latest bloomer in any group of people he finds himself in. He is awaiting his first publication in Eucalyptus Literary Magazine.