Little Rhymes for Christof the Spoken Poet

Like Eliot, we are putting on a face
to meet the faces that we meet)

In the crowd a pleasant smiling softness
show faces changing feelings
wearing what we cannot hide
hiding what our smile never shows
feeling changes chasing wishes
Hiding among the bullies
and then desire — just a secret shock…

today reading Millay
and Berryman, of course and Wang Wei.
these three explode together
these three combine so fine-ly

a green and bluish muse, my baby oh yes
we need inspiration,
a quiet Chinese forest,
anxious american words
screeds against the ennui

shall i create a shambling devil pulling my soul

or yet describe — that night in jail
i could not believe how much stupidity existed
i sucked another nail –

Homer found Ulysses and also rhythm
what or who will i find in the seeking of a dragon
my muse in the future –

ha ha, i shall implore my soul
in missives to the dragon, follow my lead here
my dear.

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