05 Saturday Oct 2013
Posted in poetry
(special characteristics) I wonder
curious imaginary)
sound I see yet
forsake memory lost
oblivious imaginary electronic weaver
weaver painter writer teacher
ten to fifteen minutes
not sure what happened
like Walt Whitman taking dictation
from meth-addicted insightful
pleasures of hell
if nobody ever read
personal characteristics
I will forgive knowing
the perfect equanimity of things,
silent years I have fought
to become who I am–
a poet.
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