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Thursday, April 24 Poetry & Sports Reporting Mash Up! Man Writes Poem by Jay Leeming This just in a man has begun writing a poem in a small room in Brooklyn. His curtains are apparently blowing in the breeze. We go now to our man Harry on the scene, what's the story down there Harry? "Well Chuck he has begun the second stanza and seems to be doing fine,,,,

Mark Halliday: I'm slightly embarrassed by how long it took me to get serious as a poet. I reached nearly the end of my twenties without committing myself to writing the best poems I could write, by which I mean poems that tried hard to express my deepest complexes of feeling and perception. Some poets seem to grow up in this way by the age of 25, or even younger. But I spent most of my twenties being very energetic and prolific, but only half-serious.

A poem about writing and inspiration.

"Picture a whole oracle song / that gains knowledge like / a new girl (....)"

"Being us the caring ones zombies played graffiti-carved... (...)"

"Solitude never went so far, le plaisir de la vida, ... (...)"

"I'm special in countless ways, speaking myself to you makes the magic... (...)"

"Burlesque, in conclusion, / some hilarious memories / of a sick confusion .../ ...."

"Who blinds tears like a weather report Waters love ya and they don't know why.... (...)"

"Now and then I dream I control / your eyes, to warm-up your drops, / dress you up in a sarong ... / ..."

"Heated air coupled with ashes, and papers ripped in a soundless scratch - like a worrying gasp by the opponents of Gods (...)"

"Thanks for being here tonight ya snowflakes and DNA - Now, combine that with (...)"

"Straight forward, un-condomed, standing-up for controls over time.../..."

"I wouldn't mind Nostalgia, / Extensions, Traumas / on Valentino's Day (...)"

"Touch wouldn't be that Lucky Town, the right expression of women and men and half-gods (...)"

"A loss for all seasons, a mutual confort grew up in far-away cabins of their imagination (.....)"

"You're reaching global pains, slacking off the garments It's from all sides.... (...)"

Stop, ya all-the-tears & tunes from suddenly watching the whole thing......""

"Unconscious Babbage in his foggy state of mind approched the idea of sleep and yet.. (...)"

"I'm ordinary and only reason from the city (....)"