~VII. Dignity/Currency of Beggars~

01/21/2012

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~Quodlibet~
~The Hundred Bites~
~VII~

~in heaven~
~all the interesting people are missing~
~Nietzsche~
  
~the most important kind of freedom~
~is to be what you really are~
~James Douglas Morrison~

~here I am an old man~
~sitting in this cell~
~that's the damndest thing I ever seen~
~you know~
~Charles Manson~

~who cares how time advances?~
~I am drinking ale today~
~Poe~

~VII.  Dignity/Currency of Beggars~

~there is no noble death~
~living so singularly significant~
~where dignity may only be found~
~in proper acts on walking faces~
~days tied on strings end to end~
~our lives a dangle of fishes~
~never meant to fly underwater~
~it just ain’t christian to lie~
~we all try to go outstanding~
~twist & present ourselves~
~as some convoluted truth~
~opine dignity is the currency of beggars~
~laugh about honor amongst thieves~
~dead folks don’t want to be alone~

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~VI. Television Dawn~

01/18/2012

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~Quodlibet~
~The Hundred Bites~
~VI~

~the son standing in the hallway~
~listening closely~
~ear to the door~
~waiting for a commercial~
~so he can ask momma’s permission~
~he wants to go play in the yard~
~mustn’t interrupt her program~
~he feels it winding up~
~an expert at timing~
~he nudges the door open~
~the telephone rings~
~she answers it~
~dismisses him with a wave of her hand~
~she is weeping~
~speaking with her mother on the phone~
~the pretty man in the show died~
~they are afraid for the commercial to end~
~how can life go on without him~
~the boy closes the door silently~
~lays down on the floor outside her door~
~puts a thumb in his mouth~
~begins to suckle & drifts away thinking~
~he doesn’t like her very much~
~his mother~

~VI.  Television Dawn~

~window situated western~
~no thing as perfect~
~so television dawn~
~echoes as sideshow~
~four walls gone~
~her eyes are closed~
~ghosts play tag on her face~
~hide between lines of age~
~the dawn she misses runs there~
~view-screen reflected flesh~
~blue/gray in the afternoon~
~this last promise~
~a thing broken~
~even her ghosts abandon her~
~body slack & unvisited~
~no thing as perfect~
~so television dawn~

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WordWulf
Inquiries: tracy@traceliteraryagency.com
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©artwork & words conceived by & property of
Tom (WordWulf) Sterner©
Quodlibet was published by Howling Dog Press
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