Cleaning House

By Christopher Rupley and Benjamin Grossman

teeth gnashing
and half-clothed,
courting disdain
on a park bench
in twenty degree

I find it kind
what the mind
can marry and
the body sustain
for I am not in
twenty degree

I am simply
beaten and bruised,
within my being,

But if time
and grace
allow, I will
shatter that which freezes me
and beat the bruises from
the rug of my soul

(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Benjamin Grossman. Make sure and check out his blog by visiting


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