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i don’t know when
i don’t know why
i barely know how …
Failed Poet
i don’t know when
i don’t know why
i barely know how …
Donald Hall called them
“the Barbarians of the Present”
they, not we, appeared
as if by magic in our,
not their, midst, disrupting all
social norms
…
IMVHO, o’course …
meditation/
the act of self-sculpture, like the game ‘statues’
we played as kids – what ridiculous poses
we find ourselves in when we stop suddenly
we fall in love, anyway
…
and America is a cum-stained hotel room – Megan Amram
just to re-inforce my motif of failure . . . a less than successful effort …
Bob Dylan has released a masterpiece dissecting JFK’s assassination There are so many nuggets in Dylan’s lyrics they would be …
The presidential personality cult
makes that person the object and we the subject
of the verb worship
I thought we were citizens
…
quarantine doesn’t bother me …
pansies = pensees, in some sort of weird lineage from Pascale to DH Lawrence …