chair
We meet God
When we sit
God is the chair
:- Doug.
You have a large ego
Yes, but what matters
Is the direction of its
Size
:- Doug.
Archive for June 28th, 2010
I hear in your poetry anger
I hear in your poetry anger
In the beat, beat, beating
You have been hurt,
I too am wounded, wounding
Wounding hurts me when I do it
Anger is good, love is bigger
Love stands in anger’s face
Anger spends itself
Love stands
Hugs are bigger than knife blades
:- Doug.
Only all together
Only all together
Do we begin
To grasp—to release—
The meaning
Of one life
Or one poem
(same thing)
:- Doug.
