Monthly Archives: November 2021

Pass

Posted on November 10, 2021 by sputterpub

When I advise or recommend to you,and you discard my words or don’t attend,no longer will I quibble or pursue:ignore and I won’t bore you any more.But nor am I responsible. I’ll lendand then return what you decline to learn.That … Continue reading →

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Logic Problem

Posted on November 9, 2021 by sputterpub

“They need to read more Plato,” someone said,but he’s a teacher bound to miss the mark,who thinks that only logic fills the head,and only reason penetrates the dark.I wish he were correct. I once agreed,but I cannot ignore experience.For while … Continue reading →

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The Good M.D.

Posted on November 8, 2021 by sputterpub

I guess nobody wants to see the doc,but my aversion stems from an extremeexperience when I was five. The shockstayed with me, reinforced into a themeof error, disrespect, and mindless scheme.But I went in today, and all was nice.The treatment … Continue reading →

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Impetus

Posted on November 7, 2021 by sputterpub

I think all children love to learn at first,but many suffer curiosityto wane as they gain years, as if they’re cursedto age into dull insipidity.The lucky are precocious, full of thirstfor power, lusting for maturity.Though early pain may be their … Continue reading →

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Passive-Aggressive Litter

Posted on November 6, 2021 by sputterpub

Discarded masks are litter now, on streetand sidewalk – mostly paper, pleated, blue.I thought they found by accident concrete,but people tell me they were tossed in fitsof chickenshit frustration. That conceitI can’t embrace. And knotted plastic bagsof poop I notice … Continue reading →

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Where the Boys Are

Posted on November 5, 2021 by sputterpub

I passed them passing Bibles out to folkswho crossed their path to get to class by 10 –a line of old white men. They didn’t coaxreceipt – they didn’t preach or say Amen.They didn’t seem upset to be ignored.I marveled … Continue reading →

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Impossible

Posted on November 4, 2021 by sputterpub

For years I’ve heard there isn’t any rhymefor “orange,” but it hasn’t made me groan.The word I want to use, time after time,is “month,” and I’m afraid it stands alonewithout the right to end a metered linein any form of … Continue reading →

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What Went Wrong

Posted on November 3, 2021 by sputterpub

The realtor aimed to cover up some dirt.The stager eyed that side yard and agreed.They figured packing sand there wouldn’t hurt(as if they thought, when thought would just impedetheir superficial sugar-coating need).They hired brawn to cart and tamp the sand.They … Continue reading →

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Note

Posted on November 2, 2021 by sputterpub

I took a break in Twenty Seventeen.The record shows two dozen days withouta post, and though my stanzas often meana jot of journal – what my day’s about –I see no clue on printed page or screento why the interruption. … Continue reading →

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October Over

Posted on November 1, 2021 by sputterpub

October overnight leaves evidence of raintoo soft to be heard.

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