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The Writer’s Heart

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The lusty heart
strains and fills to full,
pumps for the pen,
swells with the voice,
reaches through the hand’s device:
unburdens oratory cascade
in reams of white sheets impressed
with the ink of its desire to be,
and speak of what it feels
and finds upon the page.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2016

Self Indulgent Poem

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for pure indulgence
of the word
on the white plate:
 –
the way it works,
tempting
my mouth to salivate.
 –
it’s a freshly cooked crab
still incapsulated red
but crackable
 –
and meat sweet juicy
as carnal love
and oysters’ tide
 –
and drunkenness
in the self indulgence
of the body’s desires.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015