I still have one more day to finish four poems! Here is the second!
lack of armpit hair
pragmatist scoring big in the
black of life’s youth ledger,
I saw no dividend in
dignity:
what loss to
form,
function! social
niceties impede
discovery.
fairness trumps
heart. dignity
undignified:green
lawns, office shoulder
pads.
being is in doing:
no geniuses except makers of
things of genius.
somehow, the walk towards the
easel became the art.
crooked gait? artistry!
if essence can’t contain
sly pride, courageous shuffle,
energetic exhaustion,
I might never even have
existed.
-D. M. Collins