NOT POETRY; NONWRITING

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TROUBADOR'S CHOICE

 

not poetry; nonwriting

so no thought

no dream

no hope

the muses falling

off the wagon

no more visions

It all eludes me

It slips away;

goes thru my fingers

 

It teases me

I reach and grasp

can’t get it—

keep trying—

visions of nothing

 

all gone all gone

jazz poetry dreams

wine of paradise

dissipate

 

all gone all gone

 

 

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