So Many Times

Ah so many times,
So many times did this practice bring no practice
but remains practical.
No trivial soft images necessary for imagery
We are all but imagery within ourselves,
“Copies of Copies” as that book once said.
Writing creates monsters, for better or worse.
That monster, is audience, fans,
and fiends.
Fiends and leeches,
the curse of the art world.
no ideas of their own, no hope,
only a pathetic dependency,
not even worth our capital.
Yet they get it,
in spades they try to steal it all,
only to learn that karma
is all too real.


Published by James J Jackson

I'm a poet from California.

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