Lotus
for Whitney
some thoughts lifted off the leaves of a lotus:
what time do blossoms ripen, breaking open so sweetly?
floating so delicately seems so difficult
can you teach me how?
did you say something, dear flower? I couldn't hear.
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Magic
I open two cans and put them together in a bowl.
I stir.
I fork.
I lift. (fork lift? similar idea).
Mouth.
Disappear.
Magic!
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Creating a Stylistic Impediment
for Someone New
using devices of the mind
whipping out old modes of communication
e.g. rotary phone, typewriter, perhaps even manual writing tools (see pencil)
working towards a poetic goal:
laureate, published writer, reader at local cafe
once goals achieved, can label self as ___________
fill in the blank with the word that fits
then there's the rub, what to do now?
the established man must continue towards an ideal,
if not literary greatness, then at least philanderer at corner bar
Unfortunate circumstances ensue:
can't write, won't read (reading makes realize what
a failure at life self is), can't tell others as
they will lose confidence/ placate with "don't be stupid,
you're profoudly prolific!" and other such tritisms
Yes, all alone you are now, with no one in the world who can help you
but yourself (God: the lord helps those who help themselves),
you now have the perfect impediment.
Now for the stylish bit...
