Tag Archives: pointlessness

My Wheelbarrow is Broken

So much depends on an audience that resents a two drink minimum. So much depends on people who don’t support reality TV. So much depends on someone who listens so it’s worth lying. So much depends on removing education as … Continue reading

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Let Those Who Would Reform

Let those who would reform the world desist their feeble mewlings at the citadel that those they choose to fight built to resist more legions than the gods themselves could quell. Let others beat to useless, bloody shreds their fist-clenched … Continue reading

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Deconstruction

I will never deconstruct another poem in search of hidden metaphor, by line eviscerating some writer’s creation to satisfy some professor of mine. These exercises do not help the reader connect to what is said, or truly why in given … Continue reading

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Sisyphus

At each new dawning of the day, our shackles turned to dust, we rise from bed and check the door in case it’s turned to rust; and finding perhaps a loose hinge or screws worn down and stripped, we throw … Continue reading

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Numerology

When I reach the age of Elvis crucified, two years and small change from now, I shall have been 33 years a missionary: singing love songs to the deaf; painting pictures for the blind; copying manuscript parts to hand out … Continue reading

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What It Isn’t

It’s not about learning to draw a clearer picture of the ruins It’s not about taking a sledge hammer to the ivied hallowed halls It’s not about the trash you can talk about those who disagree It’s not about undercovering … Continue reading

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A Meditation on St. Sebastian

What is the secret hidden behind the veiled innuendo that hangs its tapestries of heavy corded cloth on these rotting temple walls? I pierce your flesh with countless arrows, yet you fail to die; beheaded, in a pool of cloying … Continue reading

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