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Tripe, poetic September 23, 2007

Posted by vsap in Poetry, Uncategorized.
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Then there’s the poetic tripe that passes for american greetings,
and you are as guilty as I am for absently tossing off verse.
We can publish anything on the Internet or eBooks, and we do,
with tacit disregard for talent or value of dissemination.
There are no judges to stifle the unnecessary or unwarranted.
We are allowed to free-fall in a shapeless world of atonal music and
swept in by a moral vacuum too quickly to notice.
The art in this, we tell ourselves, is in the beholder.

If we are overwhelmed with fear or loss.
If we are simply morose with nothing to say.
If we hear the muse from crack or smack.
If we lose the muse from liquor and wine.
If we ride a bus across a continent.
If we hitch-hike a galaxy or more.
All of it is considered accomplishment at some level
and expressing it is encouraged for sake of expression.

Psychologists call it “everyone knows and no one knows”.
Writers disingenuously call it character study.
It’s the things we all know for fact is happening
but if anyone should ask, we shrug and shake our heads
claiming ignorance or apathy or both.
We know what we know and that truth can never leave us.
Then there’s the poetic tripe that passes for american greetings,
and you are as guilty as I am for absently tossing off verse.

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