No, these aren't randomly created poems (that is another page). This is a random grab from a selection of poems, mostly by myself, but with some inclusions from other folks: friends who write; friends who used to write; writers who are obscure-but-meaningful-to-me; famous writers. One advantage of this format is that, when there are variations of a poem that I haven't settled upon, I can include them all and let people give me feedback as to what they think.
=Muse=
I've heard it said that poems
are never finished,
poets just give up on them.
looking back on my so-called "body of work"
it feels more like
poetry got sick and tired
of me.
Like any other spurned lover.
I sit here, trying to
re-assemble the
fragments of
my broken
art. Years later, I meet her for coffee...
She parades fresh partners
before me.
Initially, they piss me off
but I realize why
she called me:
I can _still_ dance.
So I take the stage.
-- (5 edits from 01.30 to 07.30 2000)
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