The World is a Different Place When You Look Up

I like James Laughlin
because he’d keep at a poem
keep keeping at it
only stopping when, *Applause*,
until, *More applause*,
it gave out on him.
He didn’t hold anything back
didn’t keep anything for, “Later …”
He floated the whole of his iceberg.
He wrote mediocre poems because all that.
But I like him
because I wanna get at the truth too
and an iceberg will just hold me down in any case.

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