Jeremy
Lespi

Poet

My Uniform

My uniform is grey and green and light blue
and I never take it off.
I can't for to do so would mean my death.
And I do not want to die.
I want to be in your face like it's springtime.
Like it's springtime and we're glued together.

In the right context I could stand for a generation.
I could stand like I've been away for three days
and I'm thinner than ever.
What after all is the alternative?
I spit and I frown and I place my hand on my hip.
At times I crack an uncharacteristic smile.

I have a right to impose.
You look at me like I've dialed a wrong number
but I can tell you things.
I can stand like a barometer.
Like a compilation of body parts.
You're mad at me but I have a disease.
My uniform is grey and green and light blue
and I never take it off.

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