no pressure to be wise---

Clark Street Station, January 23rd, 2014
We had an little dance at the cafe door. Thank goodness. When I exited the Clark Street Station, Wall Street Journal reporter in tow, I was able to say, “Was that you at the door… will you write a poem?” He got the ball rolling. I was three for three in front of the reporter.

Writing on the fly,
    no pressure to be wise

Then why am I blocked
    if only writing lies?

But truth can just be

It’s lies that ornamate!

So now I
    write the truth

And leave lies to

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