WHAT IS POETRY?
I mix, match, and blend words
Use verbs to describe
When I write
What the fuck do I know about poetry?
I wonder why it’s not as good as theirs
The ones who are consistently published
And I examine the pile of rejects
I survive on poetry for sustenance
My mind is like a sieve
Thoughts buzz in and out
Been like this for as long as I live
Run through my mind
My mind and my heart intertwined
With appointments and dates a blur
Conversations recalled word for word
As they occur, ground up in a coffee burr
Don’t tell me you don’t remember saying that
I hear your voice clear as day today
Shames surrounds me,
from a tarnished childhood
Like silver needing polish
Live in a secluded fortress
In a palace protecting my soul
Hide away day after day
Like a rash, an allergy that has
No place to go, like a prisoner
Of my own demise
Like unpolished diamond
Glow body and soul
Flow with rhythm
Hidden me emerges in poetry
Courses through my veins
Frees me from my chains
