Thursday, June 7, 2012

You might hear something in these poems

You might hear something in these poems
that won't make sense, about an earlier time
when I had wandered lonely, freely letting
words escape that were not who I was;

Maybe in these varied strings of words
where I cry uselessly for a beloved
to save me, someone will catch a glimpse
of what I mean because they've once felt it.

But I'm a trope, a branded charlatan
that's nothing but a map in decadence,
so I'm ashamed to look at my self;

Yet shame gives me voice and makes me sorry
for it, although it also lets me know
the bliss and play of this quick dream.

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