March 28, 2009 at 1:56 pm Leave a comment


these lines
convey no echo, give
no leading trace.
sumless, their meaning
fast escapes me
as clever line follows clever line, as the master cows
and dismays
me with his expertise.

It’s just that–
dammit, i know
i shouldn’t, still–

I wish they meant something.
This is a restatement of the blog entry immediately preceding this. It was written in approximately 1977.

Entry filed under: poetry, writing.

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