Monday, June 29, 2015

Where Angels Fear

Song of my Self if not Reliance.

My opinions and commentary are
biased,  prejudiced, self-serving—
self-incriminating, self-revealing:
how could it be other wise?

Selfies is what they are. Song of my
self. Look at me —see what I see, say,
think—so as to be a part. Apart. too.
Liked, really liked goes with out saying.

“Let’s get naked,” my students would
urge in class—couple decades  ago when
naked was cool and a horde of ladies
would streak through the campus time
after time. School in  Europe is called
gymnasium: “naked training.”

Cover-up if not denial makes common
sense.  Who loves apocalypse now or


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