From the monthly archives:

May 2009

Grand Opening

by Ken Robert on May 27, 2009

If we can’t sell it, we’ll give it away.
If we can’t ship it, we’ll walk it there ourselves.

We’ve boiled it down to these three things:
the work, the art, the distribution.

No market?  No matter.
We’ll make it anyway,
and here’s our little business plan.

We’re going to fill it up with passion
and package it with soul.
We’ll flood the brain waves,
and tell the birds. They love to sing.

Don’t know about the product,
but we know about this.
We’re new and improved
and priced to move. 

Today is our grand opening.
Let’s cut the ribbon and
make our public offering.

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Hello, Cello

May 26, 2009

Hello, Cello.
Thought that was you.
Every time I hear you moan
I get the sense that someone
is drawing a bow across my chest
and tapping on my skin.
Just the other day,
I was telling someone about your chuckle,
about that deep hearty laugh
I always find infectious.
You seem to be a soulful fellow,
someone who sees much
and feels much.
You have wisdom
but require [...]

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Forty-Two and Under

May 24, 2009

Everyone tells me I’m forty-two.
The calendar confirms this.
The mirrors all agree.
But there was that moment the other night
when you parted your lips to laugh
and brushed my knee with a carefree hand.
There must have been some magic in that.
The china and linen on which we dined
turned plastic trays on plastic sheets
and there we were, in a [...]

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Life’s Work

May 23, 2009

There is this business of the body
and the body of art
and the art of doing business.
There is this doing of the planning
and the planning of things
and the thing of starting doing.
And all of these are on my mind.

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Brand New Gig

May 22, 2009

She was made of bubble wrap,
but it wasn’t very long before her world went pop.
Her big idea was overrated.
Her dreamy soul had just deflated.
She’d went to Cozumel
to buy some trinkets on the streets and sell them in the states.
She didn’t know what the exchange meant.
Her business plan a failed arrangement.
But then she knew
what she must [...]

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