1
This is the story of my life.
                  Well…..
The story of my life from my point of view. 
From my point of view at this moment.
This present moment…..
                  Right here.
                  Right now. 

2
Wild Billy the Buddhist Monk is wearing cut-off blue-jeans 
                  a torn t-shirt and 
                  a waitress. 
His robes are in the wash with last night’s bar-rags.
Wild Billy the Buddhist Monk grins.
                  There is no present. 
                  Only past and
                  future.

Structure is one of the tripod legs of poetry.
Fortunately this leg bends.
                  At the knee.
More fortunately modernist free-form poets bend this leg until it breaks.
                  Almost.
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