You have a right to your opinion like
a fat woman has a right to another piece of pie.
Same caloric output; same intake of the
indigestible sweets: chemicals and lies. Different
results unaccountably yet received the same.
You wonder why nations fail, and falter as
the search goes on for who’s to blame. You
express yourself with moods and chatter:
like my cat tick-tacks at a prey disappearing.
Four and twenty blackbirds and none of them can rhyme.
- excerpt from The Poetry Hotel, 104 pages, $17.99
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