PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I don't know exactly what it is that I feel

what is illusion, what is fabled, what is real

I am beyond the reach of mere mortal man

my feeling superior as you may think is not some

sort of premeditated plan

just let me run to the back of my mind for a brief

minute

stop at the wheel of tattered excuses and carefully

spin it

my mind is almost desperate in its attempt

to grasp onto a greater wealth of information

so it can therefor expand itself outside of the

ever present nagging feeling of cold alienation

everyone searches for a common connection

whether it be by means of a thought, a feeling

or a fleeting hope

sometimes in desperation we only manage to find

ourselves along with our many inadequacies

dangling at the end of a rapidly burning rope

I know I must go on so to put order in such

disorganized mayhem

at least now I can honestly say I know from where

this confusion must stem

I have this great hunger to be slim

and that is always in my mind and trails quietly

behind the words

laid lightly to rest with my wiley ball point pen....

(written March 26,1991)