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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 21, 2011
Egocentric
On a world that turns round itself only
Once a day, what on earth are you doing
Turning round your self twenty-four hours a day?
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Dead End
Poem after poem after poem
Made up of one sentence—
I’m climbing up the wall.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Mnemonic: A Memento of Forgotten White House History
Can’t remember that mouth piece right
On the tip of the tongue?
Forget the sax, man—
Try
playing with, um,
H
armonica!
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
This is the Color of My Dreams
(title of a painting by Miro)
I don’t paint but I know enough
About colors to dream about them
Painting my dreams.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Glutted Market
The last thing we need is still
Another poem offering
All it has to give us
All we need.
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