I’m tired.And it’s still such a long way to go. such a l o n g l o n g w a …
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Untitled #295 (2013)
And another one. I’ve posted this one before, but it looks better as an image. It’s called “How can I put this concretely?”
Untitled #296 (2013)
This one is called “in my memory”
Blowing Smoke. (2014)
I’ve yet to meet a poet– –that didn’t like center stage.No matter, no matter what poets claim. It’s all a big swindle, a laugh, a con. An’ aw sure, ah hell, might not like the attention I get, but that don’t, don’t mean much …
