I Don’t Polish Everything 2010

I Don’t Polish Everything

I do not polish everything.

Not furniture, not poetry.

Re-doing and renewing:

That’s not living,

The disparity

May lead to mediocrity.

Ok by me. May be that

That’s what’s meant by me


For then,


I am eager,

Coffee influenced or not,

I polish till I’m saturated.

Table, forehead, verse may glisten.

Even-ing the energy, the will and talent.

One-draft-Amadeus was the deity

To do it.

I am not. Sometimes

I polish everything

And sometimes just say, “Screw it!”


© I Don’t Polish Everything 7.8.2010 A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Coffee Book;  Arlene Corwin









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