Failed Poet
Shakey Dave shakes his head in consternation
he is so self-aware that he could feel
the white cells battling the virus,
the heat of battle would flush his cheeks,
the casualties would weigh on him
so much he could not walk
but that’s not happened, yet . . .
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theory-porn/
for some of us, the conceit is good enough,
indeed, a sonnet or sonata need not
even be writ: it is enough just to have
thought of it
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i never apologize_p.8 …
cad, knave, rascal, villain, wild elephant …
Digital is not as warm as vinyl
expectations are not necessarily
misogynal — Fathers & Sons know
Mother’s answer’s final …
they say it’s ok to talk to yourself
as long as you don’t answer — but i can’t tell
which voice i hear are mine — might all be me —
i’m an excellent mimic
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i never apologize_p.5 …
I never apologize, the right sort of people do not require it,
and the wrong sort of people will make mean use of it . . . Wodehouse, The Man from Upstairs …
trauma # 24719
I am in the most difficult
phase of life
flustered
by the implacable
pace of time
bounding
without any
hesitation be-
tween birth
& death
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Riddle this:
the Earth is my mother.
Who am I?
Here’s a hint:
The earth is mother of us all,
the dust from which we come
and to which we return.
Our deity, our selves
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