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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