Monday, October 07, 2013

2.887 : 10/7/07 : Real Poetry

the topic of the movie
is the content of my present
I couldn’t call it art
but it is simple
it is pleasant
and you could call it life
there is breathing waking sleeping
there are semblances of meaning
there is company I’m keeping
but I’m looking for real poetry
what I find seems so random
somehow smaller than a want ad
or the detritus of fandom
and I guess I’d sell it all out
and I wouldn’t think a minute
for a little pile of booty
it’s a hell of a note i’n’it?

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