I now have one regular patron who sends a monthly contribution to keep this poet alive. Yes, per usual, I'm a poor poet...and for some reason I'm a poor poet in its many meanings...but someone like my patron loves my work. If you become a sustaining patron I can guarantee you'll see writing from me on a regular basis. I do edit my mad. But I don't always hit it out of the park. At least my patrons have a chance to select from all my work...and they become the editors rather than the small-minded who often edit magazines and journals. Poet James Wright,one of his last books, held by two editors for the longest time that his wife Anne took to another publisher who snapped it up and it became a huge success. Now I don't have people like Robert Bly, Don Hall, or their equals I can send my poems to for a review before I put them on the internet or send to any publisher. I believe in opening up my "horde" for the world to critique or love. And it's expensive to send out my work, getting only rejection, so it's money I don't have for food, or the electric bill. Please send what you can via my email: via Paypal. I thank those who support me one way or another.


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Monday, April 6, 2015

Passed Another Midnight

As if it were a grade
it is past another midnight
beyond two in the early morning
when music becomes instrumental
so that words don't change this

Heavy guitars were not promised
by this station somewhere
who told the listener
acoustic was more important
than electrified screams

So back and forth it jumps
from this screaming into that pathos
no matter what is wanted
the mind will not settle
into the needed softness

Satie feels his way through the dark
by some juvenile performer
heard before on piano
not so out of tune as this
Eric is not rolling just embarrassed

Mention this dark hour to anyone
they will figure it out
the full dish rack in the low light
an open window to chilled air
tapping fingers to resolve a mood

Barry G. Wick
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