Poetry
does not answer
the call
one can sit
thru murks of darkness
flashing of neon
insolence
that prances
along
the deserted highway
the truth
anabolic fraud
of political
ramification
It can not be spoken
lips are sealed
and can’t be
read even when
held to a light
July 29, 1991
Excellent poem. They told
Excellent poem. They told me, years ago, that anything posted on the internet can never be fully deleted; that it will exist in some server somewhere as long as this form of communication and information storage exist. Even deleting an item, later, from a website does not ensure its total deletion. That bodes well for poets---as our work will not be as subject to the ravages of time, carelessness, or political suppression as a printed page, or even a manuscript, might be.
Starward
but what if the internet goes
but what if the internet goes down for good? I want my privacy
The Poet’s Plateau
To be heard 100 years from now when postmodern is read to understand this era. Our place in history. p.s. Loved the ending! :D
I'll be happy if anyone is
I'll be happy if anyone is reading me in 100 hours.