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12 30 24 the future of poetry

12 30 24 the future of poetry

Snakes in 

the belly

with the world

as a grey mist

falling down in a fog

that obscures

sky,

sun,

and the gods

and from the car

parked next to me on this

cabling boat

there is much yammering,

goofy laughter,

and once again I am a grinch

about Christmas,

politics, war,

the future of poetry

and everything

else.

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