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The Age of Fakery

A Poem by Wilyem Clark

Everyone is a liar, No one is sincere. The selfish self is all that matters. The achievements of the past Amount to nothing. Industry and honesty..

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A Poem by Wilyem Clark

As I read Anaïs Nin, I think of all the things denied me. Oh sure, I'm grateful for what I have-- Good health and financial stability-- But b..

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A Poem by Wilyem Clark

I am the pachinko ball That fell too fast, That landed too far In the billiard blast. I am the pellet That does not score points In the ping and..

The Well of Sleep

A Poem by Wilyem Clark

Many evenings as I approach the abyss, The well of sleep, My body is racked with painful spasms, As if I'm nearing the event horizon That fringes ..

You Would Think . . .

A Poem by Wilyem Clark

You would think that--after These many years on Earth-- My inhibitions would have loosened up. Some relaxation has occurred, But the critical skil..

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A Poem by Wilyem Clark

Shadows on the Internet Insubstantial beings Unreal--unreal--unreal Soon we will forget what Living people look like How skin on skin can feel T..

Variation on a Theme by Goethe

A Poem by Wilyem Clark

Here I recline, Undoing men, Those of my own image, My own race, in a subtle sense: Those that suffer, weep, Delight, rejoice, And rebel, as I d..

Villous Dreams

A Poem by Wilyem Clark

Night upon night, my head-hairs lengthen, And with all the snip and trim shops shuttered, I have to allow the transformation Into a wild-maned heat..

M.Y.O.B.

A Poem by Wilyem Clark

Poor sickly-sentimental incidental human-- He really doesn't know who I am at all. He thinks I'm predictable, pacific, restrained, On an even keel ..

Don't . . .

A Poem by Wilyem Clark

Don't come to me for advice,That well is dry.Ever since I was a childI have searched for my place in the worldAnd it has eluded me.Or perhaps excluded..