The Right Column

Summer once again

Today I have modified the Left Column, The Message Column and this column, here (The Right Column). Also I added four spontaneous poems to Poem Shards. Some of the writing today is spontaneous and not designed to be . . . shreded and discected. It's like reading the funnys. If you think to long about it then you are obcessed and that can't be good . . . so don't be like that. OK, who am I to tell you how to be? So listen to me when it makes sense to listen to me, or to anyone. If you are totally closed nothing new will come of it. If you are totally open you are like a tumble weed. blah blah blah.

I got nothing more

July 9, 2011

Lost in
Boston
   

 

 What do you fill in your secret room?
  Colored paper? Woven placemats? A statue of gold?
    Make that page lighter.
     Bring that lamp lower.
   Set the canvas ablaze with a torch.
      In your secret room?
        Masacure on a canvas?
    statues made of wax that you've melted?
       Tin plated with gold and sold?
     In your secret room?