"I am an idealistic, naive, passionate, truth-seeking, spiritually motivated artist, unschooled in the science of law and finance." --Wesley Snipes

Monday, April 25, 2005


The song is an evasion
but the singer wears a loose tired skin
and the pale woman
tries to smooth it, tries not to hum.

The song is an excuse
for shortcomings, lack of forethought,
an inability to feel complete
-ly. The absent lover breaks a bowl.

The song, oft-repeated, sung over,
hung on its own notes, drunk,
now stale. She takes up
arms. Faithful is not the same as true.

The song is over, the singer sung
almost out of being, the bottom rung
of the laddered scale no longer visible.
What once was multiplied
is now quite easily divisible.


JWG said...
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JWG said...

Like that you are putting up your work. Enjoy reading it. I wonder though, by posting work on your blog, does that make it previously published? Can you submit it to a magazine now?

Tony said...

Thanks Jim.

I don't know if it means it's "published" or not. Since this is a personal blog, I'd say not. But other people have different opinions, I'm sure.

I've had a few poems on the Verse blog, but since they are a magazine devoted to printing poems and reviews in print and in blog form, I do consider it published--poetry is the biz they're in.

Me, well, shucks, I'm just me.

JWG said...

I posted your reply over at can of corn. If that is not ok, please let me know.
take care,