Random Selections of Poetry

No, these aren't randomly created poems (that is another page). This is a random grab from a selection of poems, mostly by myself, but with some inclusions from other folks: friends who write; friends who used to write; writers who are obscure-but-meaningful-to-me; famous writers. One advantage of this format is that, when there are variations of a poem that I haven't settled upon, I can include them all and let people give me feedback as to what they think.



=Muse=

  I've heard it said that poems
  are never finished,
  poets just give up on them.
  looking back on my so-called "body of work"
  it feels more like 
  poetry got sick and tired
  of me.

  Like any other spurned lover.
  I sit here, trying to
  re-assemble the
  fragments of
  my broken
  art.                      Years later, I meet her for coffee...
                            She parades fresh partners
                            before me.

                            Initially, they piss me off
                            but I realize why
                            she called me:
                            I can _still_ dance.
                            So I take the stage.


                                  -- (5 edits from 01.30 to 07.30 2000)


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