But
poet mind
getting confused
by conflicting messages
and commentary
divided by continents
and I’m left
musing over
whether or not
the world even notices
that I have issued
a few sorrowful views
and I consider
that no one really cares
whether or not
I write a birthday poem
to honor the passage
of another year
The poesie now seems guided
by inconsistency
and this newfound inability
to turn on the magic
at the drop of a hat
without advance notice
but I suppose
clichés are in order
because as long as
it matters to me
then it matters at all
to at least one person
for whatever that is worth
7-5-2003