a poem about inspiration, or the Muse, or whatever that thing is that gets the imagination in gear. Unpulsihed, unsolicited, in no manuscript, from 1987-1989 time frame. i have literally thousands of poems that i have written over the years, on my shelves - only in typed form - most of which no one has ever seen or read. i intend to share some in this blog. it just means i need time to type (and i will only slightly edit, if at all) and get them into an electronic form ....
THE POET: CONCERNING INSPIRATION
the beer is hot and
flat the sky is sultry and
all the poems i held in
the palm of my hand just
minutes ago are missing
the poetry and rambling thoughts of a working class poet
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