PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I get a lot of crap from a lot of people

about a lot of shit

I don't really care because most of the time I'm

never fully with it

what do I really care about anything not really

having to do with me

I can't single handedly hold down the world

that would be like trying to silence the open sea

I'm tired, old and unbelievably numb and cold

but still at times I manage to surprise even my self when I become brash,

brusque and brilliantly bold

a candle to my mastery of degradation you could not long hold

not to forget there is a tattered bliss in some

ignorance

I don't suppose since you deny the pleasure of books

that you've heard of this before by chance

you see me as a partner in a physically popular

public mistake

I cared for you the fool that you were

how did you fall from grace to the level of a slimy snake

I can change the locks on my doors to keep you out

but I can't change the combination that opens to

my healing heart

I wish I could do just that

but now is much too late for me to start

to live with but not fully with you

is tearing me apart

so around your exulting presence I play it cool

while inside my nearly shattered soul I sit

twiddling my thumbs like an impetuous fool

at least I believe my secret to still be

a secret of sorts

cynically speaking

you are the best at verbal retorts

you are hard to categorize like a metaphor

you are the target onto which I lay aim and

seriously score

of you, I write badly and greatly

sometimes in a manner that for you, is much too

mately and stately

how do I end these words of baffling intensity

I guess by saying this

like in our relationship

what you don't understand

to me

makes perfect sense ..............

(written Jan 21,1991)