A mashup of lines from Whitman, Neruda, Carson, Michaels and Lee
Why didn’t you
Feed on the specters of books?
Why didn’t you
Know he exists?
Why didn’t you
Do more than be vexed into love?
Why didn’t you
Negotiate the fog of your life?
Greet the stranger with no handkerchief,
Spend more time practicing the piano,
Or learning to read
The damp degenerate afternoon?
Why didn’t you
Filter them all from yourself,
And stop at the edge of the lake
With the trees?
(December 11, 2010)
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