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    No Mads and Unfit Persons [Poems For]
    No Mads and Unfit Persons [Poems For]
    No Mads and Unfit Persons [Poems For]
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    No Mads and Unfit Persons [Poems For]

    By S. Talbot

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    Poems for the loners, the disenchanted, the outsiders, the leftovers, the harried, the well read, the travelers, the ones who can't keep up and never stop moving in the postmodern world.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLulu.com
    Release dateAug 31, 2012
    ISBN9781365731624
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      No Mads and Unfit Persons [Poems For] - S. Talbot

      No Mads and Unfit Persons [Poems For]

      no mads and unfit persons

      [poems for]

      poems by s. talbot

      quexuga media

      www.quexugamedia.com

      All rights reserved.

      2013 printing

      (copyright 2012)

      introduction

      I have never understood the world or the people in it.  But I have felt brief glimpses of acknowledgement about the order of things occasionally, alone in a room reading, listening to music, riding my bicycle through the slower motion landscapes, sitting in a plane looking down out the window or getting a boarding pass in hand to anywhere really, the farther away the better. These poems have that connection to one another, simple brief acknowledgments of the order of things without the whole burden of pure understanding. The burden of course remains though, and the words may form some sort of release, I hope.

      S. Talbot

      a reference page

      My dream is to simply go

      with the door wide open, the TV blaring,…

      grabbing nothing

      not even consulting a map,…

      Kevin Fitzpatrick

      anger

      is but a mask

      that covers

      nothing

      Charles Bukowski

      after

      i don’t have a job

      i don’t have a job

      all

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