“Well, you know what they say about poets.” “No. What do they say?” “You don't know? Shit. I was hoping you could tell me.”
A Prayer Like Gravity
Mundus vult decipi
“Well, you know what they say about poets.” “No. What do they say?” “You don't know? Shit. I was hoping you could tell me.”
A Prayer Like Gravity 
Oh JCC how right this is, we are indescribable, enigmas, totally different than those who don’t write poetry. Shite at times I don’t even know myself.
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Ah yes! But you keep trying to know, no? THis is (as Frank Zappa would have said) the crux of the biscuit. We keep poking and prodding at that unpokable unproddable mystery within us.
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Been smokin’ words again?
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Only the best J–guess maybe sometimes I smoke a bit too much.
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Oh, this is perfect.
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Thanks Nat–
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Ha nice, how do you describe the indescribable 🙂
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I really have no clue…so why the hell can’t I stop trying?!
Thanks Bruce–
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Reblogged this on The Sand County and commented:
Are you a poet? Enough said.
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