Any impressions. Free verse but I’m still working on the lineation. Thanks.
mill pond
there is a place where we all agree. example:
i agree with almost everyone at the mill pond
and they agree with me. they will share bait with me,
warn me about a sunbathing moccasin, and save me drowning. of course
i look like i belong at a mill pond—with my scraggly beard, cane pole
and chaw—and one simple pleasure is both the beginning and end of our content and common goal. as the noon sun thaws our winter blood, we are hardly cynical about motives. what does “cynical” mean? what are “motives”?
it goes without saying the new york times
and washington post are not for sale here.
but if they were a different narrative might prevail our place and relation
our “consciousness” as it were
i’d look more suspicious no doubt—
a white supremacist, a misogynist,
my joy in the catfish they caught
patronizing and paternalistic. and i
have my suspicions when I graze
a hornets nest and my swirling dervish
sends them bent-double with laughter.
“dance, cracker! dance!”
until! the wall street journal is sold here
and we are all global losers again
which we are, taking a break from the soros plantation
and our last stop to oblivion.
Any impressions. Free verse but I’m still working on the lineation. Thanks.
mill pond
there is a place where we all agree. example:
i agree with almost everyone at the mill pond
and they agree with me. they will share bait with me,
warn me about a sunbathing moccasin, and save me drowning. of course
i look like i belong at a mill pond—with my scraggly beard, cane pole
and chaw—and one simple pleasure is both the beginning and end of our content and common goal. as the noon sun thaws our winter blood, we are hardly cynical about motives. what does “cynical” mean? what are “motives”?
it goes without saying the new york times
and washington post are not for sale here.
but if they were a different narrative might prevail our place and relation
our “consciousness” as it were
i’d look more suspicious no doubt—
a white supremacist, a misogynist,
my joy in the catfish they caught
patronizing and paternalistic. and i
have my suspicions when I graze
a hornets nest and my swirling dervish
sends them bent-double with laughter.
“dance, cracker! dance!”
until! the wall street journal is sold here
and we are all global losers again
which we are, taking a break from the soros plantation
and our last stop to oblivion.
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Free association. That’s my impression. Doesn’t really go anywhere?
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