Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Art in the Modern World...
or something
-I’m Literature here!
Thus proclaims Clance.
-Well you better figure out what the fuck you’re doing?
All mixed up with bits and megs, and wondering where
to pander--if just TV.
-A confusing time, of course, but read my poems.
-Why?
-Cuz you can’t stop asking what is it,
instead of just making a visit.
-We ain’t got time!
Labels: art, artist, computer, Literature, poet, poetry, TV
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Lunch With Charlie
Ow! said I.
Too bad, remarked
Charlie the Ant.
I browse my paper at
the same outdoor lunch
spot and Charlie or
his ilk get me often.
Hey! Throw down a few crumbs
and we'll go crazy over ‘em
and thereby spare you.
Next time I did and--I want
to say thousands--but maybe
hundreds formed black seas around
tiny pale islands. The Nabisco Islands.
Oh a few outliers came my way still,
like poets leaving men
and women at picnics
to commune with
the sappy pines.
