money art?

wondering whether when

ads slip in it is

necessary and/or

wrong.



stop in at the site,

my little 'net-creation-

publishing-experiment grow-

ing even now - now go away for

a while, allow

the mix to mix

and the words

to accumulate

with and w/out

direction.



like a garden i guess almost...

or rather, yes, definitely a garden-

like atmosphere

w/words blooming year

'round - solar or lunar,

tkae your pick -

cycles of thoughts

and/or

days.

that is,

routines.



so if i do the site

and perhaps pay for

a month's worth of

water or whatever,

is it so wrong as

long as i enjoy it al-

so...

would a print version

of this collection be

a collaboration worth

the trees it's penned

and/or printed on? i

like to think so.

perhaps maybe in

the future?

let me know.



is this a

poem or an

editorial

for a

primarily

poetry

magazine

in virtual

space instead

of on pulped trees?



should a journal of

poetry have only one

editor to have final

approval on what gets

printed or not?



lost my train of

thought, caught

w/out my senses

about me - very

closely related

to this is this

incessant word.



a book looming

in my immediate

future? a 1000

page poem that

even after that

rambles some more

in an afterword?



too froward in

other words?



money?

art?



thou art

what?



they are

when?



art in-

deed in

front of

the money

'bit' so to

speak

in wordplay

day after day...



wandering words wrapped willingly.

woefully wonderful words, warning

west winds - wither when women

wonder whether willows wallow

with witty walks without

wondering when

or if

this even

makes sense.



thx and oh yeah,

God bless.