Saturday, August 1, 2009

Catching the Quatrain –

It’s time for my unconscious
to stride right up to the gate –
and kick it open wider
than it’s managed to, of late:

bid all its forces big and small
to rampage in like sin –
assort themselves in quatrains
with a sly collective grin:

I don’t have time to write today –
or draw much – but with luck
my discipline of daily work
and some amount of pluck

will draw an apposite degree
of something worth its salt,
and if it doesn’t, what the hell,
it’s my unconscious’ fault.


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