Small Pizzas

Small Pizzas

A Poem by Wilyem Clark

Cheap dates are wonderful, don't you think?
For fifteen dollars apiece we dined
On cheesy, wood-fired, neutral ground.
A milquetoast mouse with a Federal job
Was my gnashing partner; I quickly learned:
He doesn't drink, he runs his mazes,
He never colors outside the lines,
He sticks to non-fiction, and--last-not-least--
He's quite content to huddle at home.
He expressed an interest in my writing,
So I digressed;
Then he committed the ultimate sin
By insulting my favorite modern novel,
A prominent peak in American lit,
Thus exposing his prudish philistinism.
Pup, if you're reading these words in the future,
And it's doubtful you'll ever dig them up,
Know this: I could never tolerate one
With such a bankrupt imagination.

© 2017 Wilyem Clark


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It is like the artist and the lawyer sometimes oppisates attract, but I think that is only true for people who really just do not like them selves. You know who you are and what you like and you should not have to delve into someone else's interests just so that they maybe some day they will entertain yours. Most people would say we just care to much, I say that is impossible because I manage to not care at all what they think...sorry sensitive subject matter for me. Great expression of self in this poem I love it.

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Wilyem Clark
Wilyem Clark

Washington, DC



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I've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..

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