God Erases My Tenuous Past

I wrote this as part of a group of poems, and it involved subjects as diverse as civil rights and logging in the Pacific Northwest. I liked to compare those two subjects and see what I could see in that, which ended up involving various civil rights leaders wielding chainsaws and strutting their logging stuff above the tree lines in Canada. I doubt that's what they'd do, but who knows - maybe they would have wanted to go logging; the sights and smells of the evergreen trees are so inviting, colorful and wonderful.

The "White" God is not - our boy Sigmund Freud!

That would be your Ernest Hemingway - the trendsetter

Best journalist - never - to cast his single point aside,

Think he was wrong and selfish, and be undenied.

And then you have to make something else's

Journey of Light - anew the Blank World Movement

As the roundest planet in our strangely limited complex

Spins; it precludes all formal unreal bluest oceans

And is bigger than the thing black underneath it.

Find your pen - and carefully thaw out your jottings older for

Works that conspire - let me know when obsequiousness goes.

You have at least three different methods of getting published.

There is no ruthless person ahead you cannot conquer. Keep

Your cool, drink water, and run around the block occasionally.

Will you pay out a onetime $5000 advance ever again? Yes.

Are there twelve books that paint pictures, of an elegant place?

I am locked Canadian unleashed the world tomorrow ahead.

Who'd tell me to thaw my notebook at Him?

This poetry is simply a way of expressing my

Need to continue working on projects aplenty.

Who proves simplified writing works limited?

If simple the words, direct the consequential answers

To musical questions purloined by processor parts

Of computers - notebooks, emails, inelegant starts.