Thursday, July 9, 2009

Poem #5: Untitled

no one has time for art anymore.

it’s all about computer finish,
bold lines and bright statements,
matching and complete.

it’s about Capital Letters,
complete sentences, paragraphs
mean nothing more than lines.

follow fashion, the superthin
enunciated out of proportion
crazy polished nothing.

the pink flower scrawled
on lines of unsigned love notes
won’t qualify anymore.

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