PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

come now where is the oh so brilliant mind
that I write about and for all time
has it chased itself into senility's corner and lost
its easy ability to put catchy rhythm to the raciness
of the rhyme
it's comforting when I remember I don't have to be
anything but born and dead
I'm not crazy about being oh so singularly single
but then I don't think I would soon want to wed
when I feel I have been wronged
I search long and hard for an acceptable means
of restitution
often the line blurs and revenge is the chosen
form of substitution
in a massive struggle due to emotional tensions
'fall out'
confusion is just another label
and a poor excuse from those whom from
the very beginning were already unstable
it seems I hurt someone and or myself
every time I pick up the cold weight of the pen
I can't seem to stop myself when someone asks me to
say when
maybe there is some mutation in the make up of my original
DNA
where do I get off watching others on my part dearly pay
at the expense of being cute
I still have to say what I say
is it fair that I can always get back my own
on any chosen day
desperate means require desperate measures
to what gives one much pain
to another it only pleasures
and this is the cut off point
to my ghastly tankful of 'Tricks And Treasures'.........
(written July 11,1991 in the afternoon)