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“Every weirdo
in the world
is on my
wavelength.”
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~ Thomas Pynchon
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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strange
real queer
more than odd
a small bit quaint
weird
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Lune: 5 / 3 / 5
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thunder and lightning
followed by
a deluge of rain
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Poem:
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pondering do I have a philosophy
conjuring up Socrates subconsciously
does my life really have a meaning
if I’m lucky I might just be dreaming
Dad said I should always be kind
love is what Mother brought to mind
can’t remember what the preacher said
the teacher tried to pound it into my head
good and bad are a matter of opinion
is there a God who has total dominion
what does ugly know about aesthetics
what percent of me is in the genetics
you lose if you were blinking
me, I was only winking
eureka, I got it when I heard the bell ringing
my philosophy requires no real thinking
it is what it is
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ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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“Poetry resembles metaphysics:
one does not mind one’s own,
but one does not like anyone else’s.”
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~ Samuel Butler
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Elfje:
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metaphysics
ontology, cosmology,
and often epistemology
abstract concepts of being
philosophy
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Haiku:
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violent storm front
rain coming horizontal
birds know how to hide
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Poem:
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who would I choose for my other persona
would I want to be rich and powerful
could I be a humble saint with a bright corona
boring dull and drab or over the top colorful
was Hemingway the old man of the sea
was Coleridge really the ancient mariner
must I be a sailor or just a captain wanna be
could I pass myself off as a wandering foreigner
why just one, how about a new one every day
butcher, baker, candlestick maker
whatever whim or fancy that blows my way
a quiet quaker or an obnoxious shaker
could Thomas Pynchon make me into a flea
I guess I would just rather be little old me
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ME and the Boss
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