Dull

In real life, I am really dull.
So I made a persona:
A poet who goes everywhere –
To Spain, to Arizona —

Who plumbs the depths of human heart,
And gauges those in power;
Who sings upon a concert stage
And climbs the highest tower —

Instead of just some bald guy, who
By accident of birth
Was made to say things rhythmically
His days upon the earth

To make a world of sound and word
That’s rich, alive, and full —
Instead of being what he is:
That’s really,
Really
Dull

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2 Thoughts to “Dull

  1. Oh yes, you are as Dull as dishwater…but think of the dinner that came before, the gold edge on the china, the hands sliding into the soap and rinsing under a stream of water… of the imagination you have.

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