Here lie Rob’s bits and pieces
Don’t dig him up, - beware diseases!
Buried at last, out of the way
Quiet for once – nothing to say
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Brilliant image of the poet's curse - 'vebal diarrhoea and an empty purse.' Since you have chosen hardcore as your title, my job as reader is to figure out what you meant by it; or what you made it mean to me. The way you use it in your second stanza points me to one of my dictionary's choices: 'part of a group that is resistant to change.' This interpretation may be colored by my own experience reflected in a poem I wrote. 'No room for doubt/No room for me'
Yes, I agree, it's a very interesting title and poem. I assume it was something you 'had' to write but didn't want to share in any way so down in the ground it went. Oh yes, I've written pieces like that! I enjoyed your poem, Rob! Marilyn