{ well of course, go know... i had to hit the "save" button ,
as i am composing ... this time on and off again electronically
now here as if i havent
learned by now my lesson is to be releasing
and not re-saving all i have got
in order to get free ! }
so, now i ask of myself as so many have of me,
"the point of it all, glenn, was for _______?"
i only looked
at (the) newspapers
for the untold
possibilities of word combinations -
its all subjective i find -
even the headlines
( and god, what i can and still do read into them )
and now to wit i have released oddly enough just about all of that
shit
(i had saved)!
what was i going to do with it?
enter into the space
of a muse-um
open to me
and then into Mind
to create phrase by byline a multidimensional
and spontaneous poem beyond
what is considered a page
as even now books are getting faced out.
but photographs are another story...
unlike full frontals, they contain the whole
picture in all of its glory
and to exhibit them
(even in part as is an art)
takes to wit a certain kind
of mentality for the viewer to really see
and get
( actually intuit )
becoming the art
alas, now the garbage
man has the task of doing with it what he can
as this is what has come to pass
of would be art...
in the way of all men.
love you got
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