living with my curtains drawn
and my windows shut to keep the neighbors out of my life. They shout at me whenever I go out but I do not respond because they're motherfuckers trying to get me down. But I won't let them, won't allow it; I'll live like a clam behind drawn curtains and windows shut until they come up to me one by one and ask "are you Wayne Burke who writes poetry" and I'll say "yes. Yes, my man but to you it's 'Wayne F.'" —Wayne F Burke wfburke2@yahoo.com
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no wife
no kids; it sometimes seems as if life is not worth the living, like I missed the boat somewhere but then whenever I start to write I think this art is what I have to love: as fickle as it is as un-glamorous in the morning as moody in the night as meaningless as it sometimes seems-- in all its flaws and wrinkles it still comes through for me, still there whenever I reach for it, from the dark or from the most desolate shore. —Wayne F Burke wfburke2@yahoo.com |
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