Every chord’s been played and combined with lyrics.No sooner do I think of a song but I hear iton the radio in someone else’s words.There are no more firsts, only seconds and thirds. Language evolves like new strains of germsbut … Continued
I’ve run out of small talk.These words are just answers to “How are you?”Shall we talk about my soul,my spirit and my secret list of things to do?This is the internet–one small step away from public domain.So, how’s the weather?Looks … Continued
I’d rather write tomorrow’s poem,to make a guess at what’s unknown,to predict it like the weatherand to say “It will be better.”Even if that might be fun,I live each day just as she comes. [See this poem.]
This poem has no title.Like a horse without bridleit wanders where it wills.It says what it wants to.So empty, it haunts you;so free, its creativity killed.
It’s hard to look back into time,search out the reason and the rhyme,and all the sense that we can make.We want to do another take.And even now with all we know,it’s hard to write yesterday’s poem.
I won’t write a poem today. I don’t care what you may say. You may beg, but there’s no way– I just don’t have time. I have other things to do. I’d rather clean out chicken poo. All these things … Continued
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I want to write a poem each day.I just need something good to say.And if there’s nothing to be said,I’ll write one anyway. It’s good for me to think and writeto keep perception in my sight.And so I’ll make each … Continued