#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989.
To Worry over Ego is to Have Ego
Ergo
I will write
Not for fun of
Profit
or joyous bliss of Gain
Rather for
fear
of being found
Dry
in a summer rain.
And as the Scheme
and plan seem
stated
I will change my aim
And charge Blind
And madly
into
That unknowable void of
Brokien routine
Shattered structure of
constructuralism
Fearful mixings of the
Bones of the dead
With the blood of the
New.
– 10-02-90

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