PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I really don’t say a whole Hell of a lot when I open my mouth to speak but I managed to convince a few people that some of it is (gasp) poetry.  Dare we speak with such madness?  Blasphemy is frowned upon in this neck of the woods so we get a little internal dialogue going but the stream moves too quickly. 

Aye, there’s the rub!  But that’s Shakespeare and I spent the last 6 months trying to work that phrase into a conversation.  But it’s not on the panel so I’ll have to go into Start>Setting>control panel and do all kinds of neat things to my computer.  It’ll make me feel in some small way like I have some actual control over the computer.  That may be naïve of me to insinuate any level of mastery over my terrain and if I register my press as a business by the end of the year, I may be able to write off the cost of the computer.

I’ll be able to write off a lot of shit—I wonder if I can write off the computer class I didn’t even pay for—see, signs I’ll be a successful businessman.  I’m already trying to find ways to cheat on my taxes.  (Sarcasm obvious, but dripping nevertheless).

But I’ll be able to release all kinds of shit and nobody can stop me but I shouldn’t put out such a marker in this day and age as the march to end does seem imminent but I’m not afraid of Y2K—death be not merciful but we can’t escape our destinies and if the books are already written we may be up shit creek without a paddle.  But quite the ever present hope that refuses to die.  Will we ever be able to recant any errors of the moment or must we always be so confused?  But if any poetry doth arise, we’ll surely take all the credit.

4-20-99