Any resemblance to a person alive or dead is strictly absolute...
He professes to be calm & collected,
Still performs like a boy neglected,
Can’t maintain himself as he should,
This all he sees after he has had time reflected…
He’s from Jersey, you can’t of him scare,
Through a lot he has weathered rough & fair,
Still he wishes he could just within chill,
Fighting words he’s spoken, enough to make him ill…
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Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Regis
Ron
Michael D.
You guys play nice now... :)
Maybe I should 'Unfriend' you on Facebook.
Love ya!
Jane