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Posted by on 2015/05/04 under Uncategorized

I have heard the caged bird sing.
The Pinocchio tells truths as his nose grows silently.
Yellow wallpaper is torn as
Merry men give to the rich and rob the poor

Parrots repeat things never said while
I forgot what I was going to tell you.
In Pamplona the bulls are the ones being chased.
The Sun Also Rises.

Everything I just said was total bulls***.
I bet some people reading it thought they saw or felt some meaning, some allegory or symbolism.
I bet some people thought there was meaning but they couldn’t see it.
I bet some of you didn’t see or think that there was any, but would say there was if someone asked them. You were right.
I wanted to illustrate that not everything means something.

I am still writing in this format in case someone skimmed it before reading.
I see these free-form poems all the time, and I see this modern
Art wherein paint is randomly thrown at paper, called an expression of angst,
and sold for millions of dollars. I can’t help thinking that at least some of the “artists” were con men.

I get that some people use this written form of obscurity because they
Truly feel that it is the best way to get their thoughts and emotions
Across, but I hesitate to call “art” something that can be done by rolling dice on a dictionary to
decide which words to use. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

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