Monday, October 19, 2009

Go and See


What am I to do with my life?

Go and see.

4 comments:

  1. Smile

    Grizzled buck-toothed
    Jack-o-lantern

    Or cat-whiskers turned
    Sideways in an e-mail

    Or cynical curlicues
    On a yellow button

    Or even more frightening
    A clown’s face

    Permanently etched by
    Some villain’s knife

    So that whatever you may feel
    You’ll always seem happy

    Who other than an owl
    Hollows wounds

    Around an empty oval
    Called identity

    [Disposable Poem October 20, 2009]
    Dr. Mike

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  2. Go & see? That's about all any of us can do.

    BTW, what precisely IS a "disposable poem"?

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  3. A disposable poem is a poetic improvisation hurled into the void, wadded up and flung toward the nearest trash, meaningless as lie itself on an internet connection.

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  4. Rambling T, please meet my old friend, Dr. Mike.

    Dr. Mike, please meet my new friend, Rambling Taoist.

    Thank you both for all the comments -- and of course the poems, both disposable and not.

    I vote not disposable.

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