PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

sitting none too pretty in my highly theatrical

thoughts

that hungry carnivore 'Muse' alights so to take

her spot

I find myself crossly obsessed by losses yet

even to be made

poetry it seems right now is the farthest thing

from my muddled mind

as the fire of indignation refuses to even draw

her blade

(the mighty pen that is!)

and anger it seems only unleashes her growling

hound upon my already weary back

and I'll be all but damned

but it seems by my own inexcusable self that I

am being attacked

as I attempt to further write

where is personal justice when it is indeed

most needed

why Freud himself would have an absolute field

day with me and my guilt jumped thoughts in their

present state of confused confession so grossly

impeded

simply snickering so far has been this pitiful

parody of professed personal plight

the host body appears calm and perfectly intact

even as the commanding parasitic spirit resists

its weighty confinement

will such always be the case

I none too foolishly query

yet the hide and seek questions only cheaply

exploit my avid need for knowing

huh, such blatant disrespectful gall

carries with it no said air of refinement

seeing as happy endings for the hearts of most

are at best only a watered down and still wanting

theory

the calming need not be trampled upon

for the least gentle riots in my soul to gain

entrance out

now, if only I could make a few whispers of sense

out of this terrible need to shout...............

(Aug. 22, 1996)