the cold sun

the writing professors,
full to the brim
with Faulkner,and
henry james, salinger
and joyce carol
oates, are writing
children's books.
it seems easier,
to go the dr.
seuss route than
to involve one's
mind into
the love and pain
of day to day
existence. enough
of that. but they
stumble on the art
work, and so the pile
of awkward words
sits dust laden
in the corner
near where the old
dog lies in
the cold sun.