some would say
I make no sense
some would say
I'm much too intense
some would say
my words do not always flow
some would say
Emotionally I can or will not grow
some would say
I can project myself to be the epitome of humor
then
some would say
that's only a rigid yet ridiculous rumor
some would say
I think much too big
but I say so far I haven't even begun to
drill or dig
take from me my precious pen
and the shovel falls and rusts
for I am only a poet whose mind knows no walls
but many musts
must write
must bleed
must bite
to fill this knawing need
there are of course so many, many more
I just can't recall them all or where they fell
onto the pages of this floor..............
( written Oct 18,1992 am)