PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

If only I had the courage to publicly call myself the worse kind of fool

perhaps I could turn this traumatic tide of events to spin this unspecific spool

I cringe at my immature antics shortly after the fact

its the exposure of frayed nerves that take on the woes of grafted guidance

and cause this gross in articulate fit of attack

in my own melee mouth I unknowingly myself smartly smack

for you'll come to see that my record to this date is a less than impressive track

still, a serious side to my ever hidden true terrified self I fail to let surface

I am most apparently plagued by an inappropriate purpose

my ignorance laced with in such matters I critically

curse

anymore, everything I seem to do, feel think or say I must carefully

first rehearse

and there is only one feeling in this and many other

yet known worlds I guess that is worse

when you feel that things are finally fusing to go forward

they shift unexpectedly to reverse........

(July 9,1992 am)