yes I understand what I've come to understand is
that words and not words don't mix. computer's not
made of words. internet not made of words.
programs not made of words:
computers always square, poems always round.
ever the two shall quarrel in between.
and then you and I and them end up
in between (which is where we were born).
my poems on my inside (I am round) dislike my
squares on the outside. inside I am a great
poet. much better than this. outside I am
social worker. group homes. silver car. no
house. living with parents at my age. wasn't invited to my
10 year high school reunion. see all the squares?
inside I am great poet. you too. we're so round inside.
I make dreams in my head when I have a house I will
buy this internet and write well and put it here.
this comes soon I hope. everyone is tired of this.
I have no center now. off the spindle. I make more
promises: dearest everybody that doesn't read this place,
I will make good poems in my house, and put them here.
see - now I've put the world into both its boxes.
and don't understand what either is.
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Poems like this make me wish I hadn't forgotten how to write.
Well done, man.
thanks -
in regard to your comment on stacy's - write feelings. not words. and no one ever forgets anything.
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preachin to the round choir, Amen. Why am I such a great poet on the inside and not on the square? Why
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