He Wanted only Modern Verse.
I am still quick,
although weary
my roving days are done.
I expect the worst
and am never unrewarded.
I neither boast nor shout,
and anger is a slow infrequent fire.
These are old familiar themes
I repeat myself, I’ve already quoted damn near everyone,
some more than once
impersonated king and clown, painted clouds,
made love with and without passion,
was not loved, perhaps, but cherished,
which will make it easier when they note my passage.
I lied and stole, cheated, a little less than other men,
I confess. I’ve ridden the wave as far as I could go.
and now I must face these rejections once again
Byron rages in the foyer,
recalling me sublime rhyme. Cute. It wars with the rule of law,
barbaric greed. Perhaps should be given some credence,
the death of democracy and all. Corporate wars of legend,
Gilligan, at the winding of the wheel.
And Capitalism, a cartoon whore lounging on a lamppost,
the binding of the guilds
the great and holy temple of the American People,
unholy dissent
permitted only in dark holes.
doomed, shortly. surely,...
welcome to Metropolis
we hope you have a pleasant stay.
An essay then, covering hallowed ground
Egyptian then but not so long ago, wrote,
small things. about sin in Alexandria.
Do we fail to coalesce, is there tension?
Author notes
Egyptian=Constantine P Cavafy
Written August 9th, 2003
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I came looking for the Children One because I clicked and didn't comment and then didn't want to end up on anyone's Wall of Shame. I've passed this frequently but never stopped to read .. I'm glad I did. It made me smile / smirk. It isn't in the Personal category and yet reading it it feels a bit more personal than most of yours.
There is sarcasm - soundbites of apparent truth - and that Luteous Intelligence. I'm no one but I think you belong in books. And I'd even read your books more than once but hey, I'm odd I suppose.
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and a few of these 
happy friday.
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covers a lot of ground but reads like a snapshot
of one within a space in a place and race...to...
i like the levels of it
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The world sighs as it comes to a point of time where everything is new has been done before, and we thirst for inspiration, throats parched, gagging on "corporate wars".
And all the while we allow ourselves to be doomed as we wonder about, dumb-struck smiles on our faces. -
Hmm full of history past and present Somone has gone to the extremes of life and has written of their jouney no matter what they have done to get there they and others before them have done it. Well this my interpretaion I could be completly wrong!
Lakota x
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