Sometimes You Don't
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a leaf blew through an open window
driving fast
the colour of skin
I was on my way
my children’s bones
covered in skin
there were sirens
ambulances & police
the trees like fathers
shushing
bending
trying not to personify
*
think about how
it makes me feel
a broken-headed
squirrel
stuffed
down my pants
a music stand
in one ear then out
the next
a papercut
discussed in an email
chimp kisses
with a snow-blower
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[Looking through old computer files, compiling a MS. What to do with THESE?}
Comments
you saw this?
http://www.pw.org/content/ampersands
What to do?
What to do with anything?
I also like to think of something I remember reading in an interview with the very prolific James Tate. He was saying, basically, if you can't get something to do work, don't worry. There's always more where it came from. We are a constant flow of work, particularly when we don't get hung up on past attempts. Sometimes bits and pieces of things or even semi-good poems are just works-not-in-progress-anymore and it pays to move on. Not that some things aren't worth fighting with, pushing to develop until there's a breakthrough. But this is through voice and not necessity or desperation. Anyway, useful advice. And thanks for the link to the ampersands. I hadn't seen. Hope you're well.