This poem is like a school photo forced into posterity whether worthy or not. It was written because, well, writing is a pattern of behavior, a discipline for its own sake.
Sure.
Yeah. Let me just
whip out another
Universal Truth
like it were but
another loose tooth
in the gap of
an eight-year old’s
smile…
When
we know nearly
nothing at all’s
certain on this earth,
we smile closed-mouthed
for what it’s worth
against the flash
and think for a
while…
(1998)
i like it 
Nice, I like the flow.
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