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Friday, September 2, 2011
Antisthenes the Cynic
Doglike.
That’s me,
Which brings me
To my next point—
Why are you barking
Up this tree when
All you wanted
Was to piss on it?
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Song of Innocence
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Tell me whose fair children,
In cool cauldron tall, once sang
Carefree with naked innocence all.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Hard As Rock Provenance
Where you can
Still stand where
You come from,
No matter where
Or how
Hard that is.
Monday, August 29, 2011
The Heights of Fancy
We know
The poet’s voice has reached
Its pinnacle when
We can hear a pin
Drop here down below.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Poetry Only As Old As You Feel
The Poet as Methuselah
—for Joe Hutchison
Honestly, I’m an old man
But I’m not really
That old.
I was just
Feeling my age when
These lines came to me,
Forever young.
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