Not much is known about Marcus Bales except that he lives and works in Cleveland, Ohio, and that his work has not been published in Poetry or The New Yorker.
And by a strange coincidence a solid occidentalist.
In which case I interpret them a good deal more than leniently.
And still regard ourselves as wholly moral and adorable.
Since Christ himself has said that my divorces were adultery.
And call whatever others do immoral and depravity.
Rejecting what the Constitution says about majorities.
For all attempts at reasoning are really persecutionist.
Because the Constitution says it does with firm legality.
For what I want to do however evil, vile, or odious.
The public's just my piggy and the public can just squeal like it.
And not demands that public servants ought to serve and do their job.
The SCOTUS made their law, and now good luck to them enforcing it.
And yet I am the model of a Christian fundamentalist.
And yet we are the models of a Christian fundamentalist.
"Are poets ever past their prime?"
"In your case you've improved with time!"
I'd be in prison yet.
"You're lying, but I like your style,"
from hand-rolled smoke. "Sit a while,"
he said, to my surprise.
and shining like a vice.
I sat and nodded for the same.
in my pursuit of love.
I like a woman who can talk at parties.