"Your Poetry Really Makes Me Think"
I must wait until he's finished, which I'm findingVery hard to do, his yabba, blobba, dobba
Free associations seeming not so much insightful
As a sign of laziness to me. My god! Another
Fifty lines. Look at the time. Look at the rain.
I wonder what they're fixing in the cafe on
The corner now. He's almost finished. She
Looks nice. I'll ask her if she'd like to eat
When we have crowded close to him to tell
Him he's a genius, though I think that he is not.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2011-12-04 at 13:07
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