everything that lives moves . . .

everything that lives moves . . .

Wednesday, June 1, 2016


A Special Place



A SPECIAL PLACE

 

Find a special place

Make it yours

Read a lot

And write your poem

In that place

 

A hundred times

A thousand perhaps

The poet’s burden

An articulation of the soul

Into the soul of another

A tiny spark

Lighting a fire there

 

I am here now

In a special place

My butterfly mind

Choking on thoughts

Like

Why the hell do I have so many ashtrays

From Las Vegas casinos

When I don’t gamble

Or smoke

When I’ve never been there

And hope to never go
 
 
 


 










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