Wednesday, April 20, 2011

*A Note to Poems

I do not write you for them
I post you because I can
Explanation is diluting
Definition eluding
This truth only as real
As any that I feel
You are hardly worth
You exist on earth
Because in my head
You are never dead
You are never lacking
Neither adding nor subtracting
Sincerely me
In a way, you see
Others can not perceive
Or ever hope to be
And therefore
I share more
To present the absurd
Than truth, in a word,
Exotic
Quixotic
of me to think I could
present you so that they would
ever get the difference
even with every inference
between inspiration
(and excuse this deviation)
and subject matter...

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