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new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
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Monday, November 14, 2011
Outline of Abstract Expressionism
• Freely created
• Purely American
• Concrete prison
• Full of subterfuge
• Profusely colored
• White lies
Saturday, November 12, 2011
The Naked Truth
Meaning I suppose you need
No patching up when
It starts
Wearing you thin.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Hold On
Stop me if I’ve told you this before—
Whatever you do, don’t do it
In the spirit of one sentenced
To listen to friends pretending
He’s interested though we know
The minute they start talking,
He’s miles out the door.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
On the Road
On top of blighted cypress, old crow appears
To grow larger over centuries;
Small figures walking by disappear
In a minute, year after year.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
To a Friend, Unhappy with Herself
If I were you, I’d think twice about being
Something other than you are.
Unhappy with your present lot,
You might be thinking of being
A perennial flower or even a queen bee,
Or something even more farfetched,
Whatever that may be.
But let’s get serious—
We know all that’s impossible.
So why not be yourself
And make everything possible.
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