Friday, March 10, 2023

High Cuckoos: Meditations on Art and Suffering

A poet spoke of

Subtle martyrdom then asked

Why the suffering

If we're all quiet

Sometimes at sunrise we can

Almost be the birds

For sale I have this

Beautiful lyre kinship forged

Blood, flesh, muscle, bone

God help the one who

Wanted to grow up to be

Great Shel Silverstein

Is it quality

Or quantity that counts when

Casting stones at Nietzsche?

In capitalism

We must push out of our lives

He who cannot feed

Pee ess you might feel

Similar if scorpions

Circled Uranus

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