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Quitting Your Day Job

 

I work in retail to pay the bills

Words run through my veins,

It takes a sheer act of will

To keep myself sane.

 

Words run through my veins

Writing’s what I do
To keep myself sane

Some day, I’ll make a living from that, too.

 

Writing’s what I do,

It’s in my heart

Someday, I’ll make a living from that, too.

Putting sentences together, sometimes taking them apart.

 

It’s in my heart,

I can’t help but seek what’s true,

Putting sentences together, sometimes taking them apart,

She interrupts my reverie, asking, “Do you have this in blue?

 

I can’t help but seek what’s true,

I can’t find it here amidst piles of clothing,

She interrupts my reverie, asking, “Do you have this in blue?

And so I’m filled with loathing.

 

I can’t find it here amidst piles of clothing,

And so I’m filled with loathing.

It takes a sheer act of will

I work in retail to pay the bills.

 

Dawn Schloesser

 

Dawn is a freelance journalist and editor, and

has published several works of short fiction

"THE HAPPY BIRTHDAY OF DEATH..."

(for Raphael Urso...)

After reading  "Gregory Corso Dies at 70

A Candid - Voiced Beat Poet"

 

I

ponder

a

paradox

"What

is

more important

starting

a

New

Religion

with

All

Its Graces...?

or

Becoming

A

Poet...?"

Who

would write quote:

"Knowing a personal hell

But finding Heaven in Poetry..."

End of quote, by Gregory Corso...Rest Now With The Muses...

 

James Thomas Romano

Published poet, member of the Norman Mailer Society, interested in The Beats, music, film, plays

 

THE THEATRE OF LIFE AND CREATION

      BY THAT OF

A POET’S

       WORKS OF

POETRY

       BY SUB-

CONSCIOUSLY

       PONDERING

THE WORLD OF

       WHICH

THE NIGHT

       BEFORE

MOON RISE

       IS FULL

OF IMAGES

       TO-WARDS

A COLLECTION

       OF WRITING THAT HAPPENS

WITHIN AN INNER SPIRIT

       IS WRITTEM UPON PAGES

THE HOURS OF NIGHT CONTINUE IN ALL CREATION. . .

 

James Thomas Romano

“BLAKEAN REFLECTION. . .”

 

THE POET STANDS OUTSIDE THE DOORS

OF PERCEPTION PONDERING

“A SWEET MESSENGER

OF THE HEART . . .”

OUTSIDE

THE LIBRARY

LOVING

LOOK

A WOMAN

CROSSES STREET

MOON LIGHT

ABOVE

I SEE

HER EYES

OF

MYSTERY

DRESSED IN TRANS-

PARENT CLOTHES

WONDERING

ABOUT

THE NIGHT SKY

AND MORNING RISING STAR

AS THE POET STARTS A DIALOGUE

OF AN ANGEL OF LOVE ASCENT INTO THE

      NIGHT’S ATMOSPHERE

 

James Thomas Romano