Under the possession of poetry,
under the influence of words,
You commute a life sentence of voyeurism,
no center stage for those who document the living.
They arrest you for possession of words,
under the lethal influence of poetry.
You break down during interrogation
and the code is broken. You stand trial
and are hung for perjuring the lives of others.
Your camera eye pans the audience,
giving you an excuse to look –
your camera is a useful disguise,
and still they upstage you by arresting you
for possession of poetry.
1983? No date, from my NPC journal
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