On finding the web site
everettemaddox.org
back on line today
All these words
of mine--
count them up like
fumbling blunt coins
& crumpled bar dollars
at the sketchy store,
jonesing for cigarettes--
what are they worth?
If I could write just
one goddamn line
as good as his worst,
I'd quit.
Oh Happy Day
Labels: Everette Maddox, New Orleans, poem, poetry
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But you do!
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