Bio by Self XX
They quarter-toned their deliverance
agenda based and ill conceived
in a quiet corner there was always eyes
looking at me smiling
the quiet ones were wise.
I perched myself on ill things
that smacked my ass enough
for me to learn pain has a purpose.
In the end I was still learning me
you were still trying to convince me
that what you knew was true.
It's a gold rush dream towards heaven
but, most of what matters here is blue.
ajs
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andy spaschak
I have been writing poetry for over forty years, Published in magazines, ezines, etc. I currently live in New Jersey as I recover from stage four throat cancer. I have not been able to speak for three years so my voice has become my poetry, photography, and guitar.
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