Thursday, June 7, 2012
Now You Know
Now you
know what it is like
to profess to
be a literary man
They're all dead
smoked themselves
to death
took their own lives
Lived hard without
rules and paid the price
of literature
lived the dream
Now you know
what it is like to live
like this in a world
that doesn't give a shit
Now you know
that literature is second
to the popular culture
that these poets died
Lived their lives elsewhere
and turned to motes
gave it their all
turned mean
Inward where living
roughed them up like children
playing in a field
of illusion
Where nothing
not even a settling sun
could save them from the
choice of their reason
TS
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