Pop

The past is a swell, the present a bubble, the future a pop.

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Real things

Real things are made up of unreal things.

The greatest surprise

The greatest surprises often lie in the obvious.

So often, so eagerly

Why do people so often, so eagerly, mistake price for value?

One person

If one person went to heaven it would become hell.

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This Message Is Not Secure!

My poem, "This Message Is Not Secure!" has been accepted for publication with Drunken Boat. This poem had been accepted before by The Nassau Review, which went under before it could publish it. The editor remembered the poem and contacted me, several years later, to see if it was still available. My first solicitation!

Sleep is

For many sleep is not, but for me sleep is.

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The future will belong to (Brightbill)

The future will belong not only to the educated man, but to the man who is educated to use his leisure wisely.

C. K. Brightbill

I believed my life

I believed my life included the prior and the next.

Every line

Every line of poetry I read, I ask: "Have I written something better than that?"

Many opinions

There are many opinions about what is essential to poetry. I say it must first be interesting.

Am I?

But am I wrong when I say I'm not wrong?

Everything but

Give me everything but grief.

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So many

So many people create an identity from hunger, ignorance and/or error.

Mostly

People are mostly nonsense and nonsense is mostly ghostpiss.

Everything

Everything must be represented in contradiction.