Ken Bolton Poems

'Beyond the sunrise
where the black begins' -
& the lights of the city, we
imagine, twinkle or blaze . . .
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I wonder how
Gregory does this
these three line
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the ice in my glass goes crink!
as it adjusts to the tequila — keying in
that sophistication — the feel of it — I associate
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Does all art aspire to the condition
of music? — While someone

is always prepared to say so I put on
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Looking back,

on my recent past,
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What to do

when the day’s heavy heart,
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weekends here
are the best: beautiful, quiet
I sit in Caron’s & my chair
the one we share, at the desk
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In the 14, 15th &
16th centuries it was
all happening in Italy
artistically tho by the 17th
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