Though my intention is to post bi-weekly to this blog, life (in the form of writing poetry, meeting with friends, running errands and the like) just keeps muscling its way in. I am cognizant that a blog should be uploaded with some regularity. Well, in the meantime, as I endeavor to improve that, I thank all of you who read this blog for hanging in here.
Fortunately, there is no lack of subjects that I wish to blog about. But having missed posting this past Wednesday, I present you with a very recently written poem:
Intangibles
This gaping wallet in my hand
so fully spent not coin remains
and oh how sweet the where and when
continue still to sustain.
Such artifacts that I collect
serve but to jog at memory
which shelters, clear of moth or dust
or rust, in what is yet me.
A lust for mansions, vessels, cars,
for pockets bulging ready cash,
the pace and ease of luxury,
once held me, meat in it’s grasp.
Now, victim of commercial gain
abandoned by the banker’s dole
I am reborn, I disobey,
and singe the road as I go.
Fortunately, there is no lack of subjects that I wish to blog about. But having missed posting this past Wednesday, I present you with a very recently written poem:
Intangibles
This gaping wallet in my hand
so fully spent not coin remains
and oh how sweet the where and when
continue still to sustain.
Such artifacts that I collect
serve but to jog at memory
which shelters, clear of moth or dust
or rust, in what is yet me.
A lust for mansions, vessels, cars,
for pockets bulging ready cash,
the pace and ease of luxury,
once held me, meat in it’s grasp.
Now, victim of commercial gain
abandoned by the banker’s dole
I am reborn, I disobey,
and singe the road as I go.
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