Have it together?---Hah! What poet does?
Fight this way, blistered paws
limping along by prosthetic ego
battered by submissions...
battered by submissions...
I could go all day,
with myself
uncooperative, self-ish sot
& yet I say I simply need more
time (alone) to not distract myself; (space) place to dwell, to go to
deeper than time (allows)-and vow to get itthe first Time
...All...withdrawn
Well...further from form-to gather to-gether
...All...withdrawn
Well...further from form-to gather to-gether
the
scattered thoughts
I strew all about, coins and alms, the book of changes,
I knew no doubt
and yet could never finish (the plate, the bread,
butter, indulgence, opulence and chance)
butter, indulgence, opulence and chance)
what I never began officially,
a la carte (blanche)
a la carte (blanche)
Poetically, I prose with white
which shows where will weakens voice
which shows where will weakens voice
I'd have to pick up the line
later where I left it
loose and
too long,
unraveling
at the slightest pull.
How it is all made
Full
of nothing (itself) is something to undo
(& make it knew) reuse and refuse to cycle
So it is sown into the soul
bereft I be
seeking sustenance in vowels,
lighter than care and ever aware
This is All...
of nothing (itself) is something to undo
(& make it knew) reuse and refuse to cycle
So it is sown into the soul
bereft I be
seeking sustenance in vowels,
lighter than care and ever aware
This is All...
Painting By Samuel Lovett Waldo, The Independent Beggar (1783-1861) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.