
The incapacity of language
There are no words,
So I talk around it.
Never getting to the point,
Always wondering what to say,
Anxious in various ways.
But I’m here, for now.
Alive and kicking.
Lashing out, ripe for the picking.
Picked already.
Self-selected, no words, forced to understand.
© Larry G. Maguire 2022

On confusion
Who am I, but a sensitive thing.
I’ve seen it before.
Thrust down, grown from,
Emergent only to disolve and disappear.
Someday the reason will become clear.
© Larry G. Maguire 2022

On the pursuit
Men and women on the run
An escape from victory into the hands of defeat
The defeat of ourselves in spite of it all
Giving away gold for dust
© Larry G. Maguire 2022

The difference between real art and commercial art
Art does it best
I mean genuine art, not commercial crap;
Stuff designed to create affect, not drawn from the heart
Not from dark corners of introspect
© Larry G. Maguire 2022