March 5,
1982 2:25 p.m.
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
For JimZ
Now and then, thinking of a theme
or context or
subcontext, I've always tended to blurt out
a poem without feeling for how its done
for whom its written or what the
fuck its about.
But when I read the poetry about you
and by you I know you're not thinking
but emoting and emoting covers up the
whiteness of the page.
You write so seldom, surely seeking
Truth and when you write it all comes out
Partially peeking
Littering white page with love and doubt.
Illusion breeds conclusion
You are not your paper self
Your paper self is rational and true
I live my paper self in,
printed dreams which can't come true
But real love is somethig
We all misconstrue
So what I'm saying
e'en thought for months I have not
set to write
is write what's written like
my friend has done for years
It doesn't matter if you do not
write for forty-five score years
Whet matters is if
The poem brings new tears
Two words
Three
words
on word is all we need
Communication is the small but truthful seed.
in terms of words, I say less
The trick is to mean more.Mike 1982
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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