Image by Dominika Király
Nostalgia montages
Don't believe the liar.
Take the scissors
And the glue
Stab hope in the vagina.
Cut the ties,
Montage the bad
Next to the good
And admire.
Take it all in
Laugh and cry
The tide will pass.
* * *
For creative expression
Say it in five words,
a hundred
or a thousand.
What difference does it make?
Is wordcount the judge
of poetry that is
True or Fake?
Truth coils
in mysterious ways.
Could be contained
in a book of a million page
or it might just shine through
in a simple phrase.
This poem stands
to hold the place
for creative expression.
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