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ABORIGINALITY
In memory of Tuli Kupferberg
I sensed my aboriginality
When I perceived
That I and my fellow humans
Were inseparable
From so-called Nature.
Be it understood
That as a city child
My Nature was less
Trees and streams
Than sidewalks and sirens.
Later came the acid trip
When I realized all things,
Animate and inanimate,
Created and uncreated,
Had souls.
I remembered
My aboriginality
When I stood,
In my imagination,
On a shore
Watching them
With their funny shiny helmets
Disembark; and wondering
What gods are these
And why have they come?
Of course they laughed.
And I say, let them laugh.
Donald Lev 5/3/17
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APPRECIATION
This second rate piece of marble statuary
Stolen from some neglected garden
Adorns my hall, grins over it savagely
From above a cracked, bearded, evil, jaw.
I pass it, as I often must,
With feelings of fear, guilt, and self-disgust;
Along with the voluptuousness of possessing
A cherished work of art.
Donald Lev 5/13/17
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ARIA
At this point in time
I'm
At this point in time.
Donald Lev 5/8/17
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CONTRITION
God forgive God.
Donald Lev 4/22/17
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EXPLORATION
Seems my thoughts
Frequently rest
Upon piles of cracked rocks.
I wonder why that is.
Donald Lev 4/5/17__
©Angela Mark Night & Day
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