When I attended the cinema yesterday (Paper Towns) and observed the before during and after activities of people around me, I wondered how art imitates life or whether there are no boundaries between the two.
When a family splits – like yard sales, one person’s junk is treasure for the hungry.
Perhaps it is not that they desire the cancer…. It may be that the particular cancer is much more attractive than the one called sweet.
I claim my pretty cancer and you may have:
The funny one
The ugly one
The old and crippled one
Why not?
I deserve her…. I’m…. I am…. Here’s a litle seed – “You fill in the rest” (taken out of context and not referring to its original lovely intention or person) and be off with you! while I mock, or steal or mop the floor with your braids or your apron (filigreed or laced, or Delph’d) We are…. You’re not.
Thank you for the review, Ron, and the question about the title. Hopefully I was able to clarify a bit in the description. Always welcome questions since I tend toward abstract thinking.
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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Ron