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The Blank Page

To be great

is the call


to leave




they can’t deny


You want it now?  You forfeit

prophecy, ‘cause insight


comes only


spinning in the wake –


but ah! what a relief


to know

the moment is blind…


sit back,


start over,


fall behind




I want a crowded room


with nothing

to say


just the noise


of the people

to counteract the panic


just life livin’

beyond these walls


I want another six pack

of Boh             or else I can’t


finish this poem




writing is writing,

politics is


politics, Abe


at the liquor








the same way             

you teach






they don’t love you

for years – the second


this screen


lights up – it all






Posted 04/30/19
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