Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
I pick the mouthpiece speak secrets into it you think I will gossip but I read out a poem stanzas as sharp as razors when I wrote it in the bath a storm was brewing in my heart (my skin so bronze, not that it matters) why do you have a lopsided view your thoughts always sour you find blemish in all that touches you as you always have been doing I will always keep that fence erect, now that weeds are growing around that obsolete phone. "I am still speaking into it, assuming my poem might inspire you to write a few songs"
in that bowl of ice cream I try to find some coolness I am frantic in this heat random things springs in the mind sultry weather, no one's fault nature's way of testing us to make us absorbed deeply into it that man in that tiny birdbath is that too much? he can only skim the surface not touch it without pain his shirt discarded now after that stain of salt shows in its grain that birdbath can't contain his length I shake my thoughts scour that bowl with all my strength I ache for more "when the sky finally falls I will hide under that now named manbath"
I need a nifty hat to keep me afloat just outside of my watery grave don't ever assume I have the privilege of misery that thought is but stale where is my shoe, it is too late to contemplate remind me the chain of sequence (I was wearing white with five carat diamond) how I fell into water or was I pushed I am all mushed up in there akin to a boil in a cherry abhorring yet fascinating in the light of day don't let anyone get away I am not hidden in darkness
"not again. never again. I will float out. I will not suffer the fate of Pluto"
