I can't escape
I've done it again
Even though I swear
And swear again
I won't do this
Ever
Again
The battery is running
Out
The phone has had enough
Of my poking
And prodding
Of my curiosity
And philosophying
Tomorrow will punish me
Undoubtedly
And I will have
No excuse
No justification
I will be angry with myself
And it won't be funny -
When I struggle
To exist
To listen
To have patience
The excuse of
Living in the moment
And
Enjoying the expression of
Personality
And
Writing poetry
Will pale before
The effort of
Holding it all
Together
-Among people
(Which I'm not so good at
Anyway)
What to say
And
How to say it
When to laugh
Appropriately
Maybe a little cleverness
Thrown in
(Don't push it -
Just get by)
Why I
Do this to myself
I still wonder
It is my little
Rebellion
I suppose
My small attempt at
The artistic life
I laugh
At myself
For such
Nomenclature
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