Amateurs of the World Unite and Take Over

Briefly, and loosely, the butterfly mirrors the night. Like an angry river,

If patterns are a process, this visits language.

With painstaking naiveté, under a rotary dial dusk, this existential cowlick
Never burdens folly with precision.

I only write poems to defy paragraphs. Torn shorts and short poems,
An hour of television. In this cosmos inconsistencies are stars.

8 thoughts on “Amateurs of the World Unite and Take Over”

singhpiyush6089 says:

Lovely words..

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August 8, 2020 at 12:25 pm Reply
1. Bob Whiteside says:
  
  Thank you!
  
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  August 9, 2020 at 7:10 am Reply
theusedlife says:

The last line is especially telling. I read this twice. Beautiful.

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August 8, 2020 at 1:51 pm Reply
1. Bob Whiteside says:
  
  I’m especially glad you liked that line. Thank you.
  
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  August 9, 2020 at 7:11 am Reply
Warren says:

“Briefly, and loosely, the butterfly mirrors the night. Like an angry river,

If patterns are a process, this visits language.”

!!! This is great. Hard to describe, but patient and potent come to mind.

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August 10, 2020 at 10:03 pm Reply
1. Bob Whiteside says:
  
  Thank you Warren. I very much appreciate your comment.
  
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  August 11, 2020 at 9:09 am Reply
resarfpoetry says:

my only weakness is a list of crimes

enjoyable stuff

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August 13, 2020 at 8:25 am Reply
1. Bob Whiteside says:
  
  Glad you got the reference.
  
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  August 13, 2020 at 8:39 am Reply