She says, “Hey, you’re daydreaming!”
I say, “I want to be ready
"for the daydreaming Oscars,
I want to be on the butterfly ballot
when the academy comes around.”
She says, “What the shit happened
to being a leaning farmer and all that,
the swollen loam and the peat moss
and the baskets of order?”
We do some winking up at the sky
for a second.
“I’m going to bury the statue
if I win. You can still find fear
in the ground, like potatoes, even
after you’re an Oscar winner.”
She says, “But Oscar is such a grouch!”
and crocks all gully -
“Hard life in the trash!”
I shout, while I fly away
on the face that means
I am scratching my head.















Comments
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May God help me if I ever have to use my art...
What is this poem about?
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Loving everyone, and wanting nothing, is the key to appearing immortal in the eyes of a Greater God.
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k. myst williams
i will stop at nothing to be a god.
As the last line says...
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Your humbleness is showing:
Adios!
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Your humbleness is showing:
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Your humbleness is showing:
On the other...you have the complete negligence of people to the beauty in the simplistic things that they have.
I'm merely frightened of the fact that that seems to be the norm for everything now...to be ashamed of the wonderful naturalness that was once glamorous at a time when the word "excess" didn't exist on such a loud scale...how now all those wonderful things hold no merit or value.
That's what I took away from it...was I even close to your original reason for writing this piece?
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May God help me if I ever have to use my art...
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Loving everyone, and wanting nothing, is the key to appearing immortal in the eyes of a Greater God.
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