Take me out of the game?
I had a dream; the sun was too bright.
I was assigned to write a poem extolling it.
I don’t know why. Am I ever obligated?
With art?
Please take the edge off.
My poem will warn you
not to look up too boldly.
Be careful until Noon
when you can look around
with impunity.
I’m required to write a poem
about how beautiful the outsides are
today without demonstrating
wretched insides.
Please take the edge off.
Allow ounces of lovingkindness
being dragged from insides
to parade around
with the hipster sun bulls.
stillfugue 
#1 by Carl D'Agostino on December 11, 2011 - 12:56 pm
dragging out the love/kindness – we must get better at giving it away and not hiding it
#2 by Carl on December 11, 2011 - 7:07 pm
Giving it away is the best thing we can do for ourselves, but it’s not easy.
#3 by siubhan on December 12, 2011 - 8:17 am
this one really resonates this morning for some reason. i like the first 2-3 lines of each & every verse especially.
#4 by Carl on December 12, 2011 - 8:33 pm
Thank you for your comment. Your point made me look at it again. Often, my self-editor changes words over and over but doesn’t delete lines, but your comment made me wonder about deleting lines. I inadvertantly get attached to lines that don’t deserve it. I think it comes out better without some of those lines: