Post the Next
On the way home from the Mall I began thinking about the whole poem thing, along the lines of whether I need to pursue the thing or not, and whether I would have to start out with some kind of prosaic introduction describing the subject matter, and this is what occurred:
Freedom Mall is a defunct shopping center on the West side of Charlotte, NC.
Jim Williams is a defunct writer in a bunker by the airport.
Is that to say that I have truly tried and failed?
Is that to say that I have surrendered,
Laid down arms and walked across the front, arms raised?
Or do I remain,
I suppose it's as good a beginning as any.
In other news, by the time you read this I (probably) will have added a new friend to the linky love list to the right. If you notice it, you've been reading this blog too long. It's probably a nice, sunny day where you are. You should go outside and play if you can.
PS: You can see the whole thing, as a work in progress, at the non-blog, if you're into that kind of thing. Be warned: it is still in rough cut form.