Some say sublimation is evolution As solitary souls make restitution Anonymously or nearly so like me For the familial happiness of all That the human family advance nor fall For want of such sublime singlemindedness Of single sublimators like me I guess
Some say this is a pretty good way to be Alone but not lonely in the company Of some quixotic quest if though on Skid Row Above people make love while we work below Their window for the good of humanity Out here on the street where sublimators beat Our heads against the brick walls of convention
We do not do this merely for attention But to advance the dance of the family
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Michael
Great job.
God Bless,
Lew
Chrissy
Regis