dickinson

i am holding dickinson
beneath my jacket –
a metal grain slipped
between the feathers of slumber.

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windmills

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i have walked into uncertain lands
and found myself a hearth and home
beneath the saddest sky.
i will keep my secrets
in a chest
with an iron lock.
windmills,
over meadows of yellow and white and brown –
they know my mind
and keep silent.

AUTODIDACT – A.G. Diedericks

brilliance from a. g.

A Global Divergent Literary Collective

Yes

I’m uneducated

punktuated by subversion

My verses run grades in reverse

I see only art in my continuum

I am averse to your curriculum

There’s no path for me in math

No rhythm in my algorithm

No symmetry in my poetry

I bastardize

established linguistics

I do it

Just to smite the elitist erudite

My philosophy is detached from your morphology

My beleaguered elocution

poisons Ivy league institutions

I am an alumnus

from the college of sacrilege

This is the narrative of a native

in class with the iconoclasts

We block the conjecture

I put a sock in the lecturer; Leave ’em annoyed

As i rock to the literature of pink floyd

I’m tryin’ to hold this mic, but my fingers keep slippin’

like Sigmund Freud


 

A.G. Diedericks: “write what you know” are the four most soporific
words I’ve ever heard. I am a divergent writer…

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