Modern Poets Poem by Patrick Dennis
Modern Poets
You talk in riddles
like oracles of many strange gods;
and we, those strange few who read you,
bow down.
We, knowing the wage rate and the buying power,
know all else is the core of mystery;
And random words in neat chunks on white paper
the core of a mystery most palpable.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
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Another bad mood day. I was probably trying to make sense of some of my own stuff.
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