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Wednesday, October 16, 2019
Whatever, Whenever
Why is it when
You arrogantly think you know
Everything, the poem—
Knowing you better—always
Comes out
Sounding ignorant as ever.
Monday, October 14, 2019
So Long, It's Been Good To Know You
As long as you were fodder,
They were one with you all the way,
Till you passed them before
The end of the journey—now
They’re drowning in the wake
Of your passing, no longer able
To pass on the good times your way.
Saturday, October 12, 2019
Sounding Your Self Out
sounds
like
some
where
out
there
you
are
where
every
step
you
take
takes
you
forever
to
get
there
Thursday, October 10, 2019
Great Galactic Enterprise
All we’ve ever given of ourselves has never been
Quite enough to complement the longing
For nebulous stardom
That still lies within.
Tuesday, October 8, 2019
Epitaph For A Self-Proclaimed Self-Made Man
For one who
Never tired of saying I got this
Far with nothing but hard work,
You must be dead
Tired by now.
Sunday, October 6, 2019
Higher Love
One comes to love the impossible because
One does not want to find himself
Feeling low loving just anything.
Friday, October 4, 2019
Now You Think You See It, Know You Don't
Do not kid yourself
Do not waste your time
Do not write
Poetry if you think
Poetry’s a cheap trick
And you a sleight of hand
Man fobbing your audience
In wonderland with a rabbit pulled up-
Side down from a top hat—there’s more
To poetry than that, so stop
Your monkey business, get back
To
catching tigers in red weather,
And leave it at that.
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