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The Price Of Fame

I like to peruse the charity shops

at least once a week.

I once bought a book by Roger McGough

for only 40p.

Today I happened to find myself

inside Cats Protection;

there, between Drama and Mental Health

I spied a collection

of poetry written by local bards

and the CD we recorded,

plus Ian McMillan, John Cooper Clarke.

But, could I afford it?

It sold for ten pounds when first published;

poets got one free.

My ex has thrown mine in the rubbish –

jealous, obviously.

I was just about to check out the cost

then thought, should I leave it?

If I take this volume from the shop

no-one else will read it.

I said to the girl at the counter, Look,

as I fished for money,

I’ve a couple of poems in this book

and one’s very funny.

Are you famous then? Show me which are yours.

I turned to the page;

there were complicit smiles, a few guffaws –

you should be on the stage!

I could tell her about the pressure

performing Spoken Word.

A recitation might impress her,

but I’ve lost my nerve.

I say, I ought to get this book for free

seeing as I’m in it.

She finds the price, it’s just 30p:

thus am I diminished.

Art for Sale

They sat beside their tables
as the people walked by.
“What is this one about?”
It’s my soul in
color and form
which I call art,
for sale in a universe
of color and form,
art for sale
with a frame
from another
soul,
left at Goodwill

They sat beside their tables
as the people walked into the
ten by ten pop up canopies
and looked at the flowers
and landscapes and
souls in
color and form
called art
for sale in a universe
of color and form

The wind comes up and
blows leaves down the concrete path
and the sun pokes through the clouds
and leaves shadows in the grass.
The people weave among the
ten by ten pop up canopies
and smile and talk like birds
singing
on a summer day.
The artists sit on folding chairs
noticing the people pausing
and smiling at a color or
a memory.

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oh write for me a sonnet
oh write for me a book
oh slip the bonds of caring
into the cranny nook
oh let me be the one
the one who does not weave
the thread of discontent
with the words I leave
Oh there ain’t no more boxcars
for Willie and Woody to ride
No hobos in containers
as the freight train rolls by
Oh what’s a hobo to do
what’s a hobo to do
stand on the street and sing the blues
thumb don’t work and the cop says move
This modern world don’t feel no pain
and only graffiti rides that train
They could ship themselves from China
but they wouldn’t get much air,
take the last train to Clarksville
but they couldn’t get out of there
Oh they don’t have to hire no railroad dick
you can’t catch the train it goes by too quick.

I’ve got my American Dream in a plastic bag because I cant afford the rent they had

Oh what’s a hobo to do
what’s a hobo to do
stand on the street and sing the blues
thumb don’t work and the cop says move
This modern world don’t feel no pain
and only graffiti rides that train