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The Blank Page

To be great

is the call

 

to leave

 

something

 

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

store

 

says

hello

 

-----

 

the same way             

you teach

 

someone

 

something

 

they don’t love you

for years – the second

 

this screen

 

lights up – it all

disappears

 

 

 

 

Posted 04/30/19
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