Poet To Muse, 2015
I don’t know if it was correct,
saying to you
that I’m too wild
for polite society,
or if I was describing
something with shame
only because
I didn’t understand
it myself.
Maybe it’s because nobody seems
to know what a poet is anymore,
and all my attempts have gone
failingly, or maybe it’s that
no one understands
how fierce some can be
to put to words what’s true—
the people, love and hate, and all that’s blue.
Should I even be writing this?
It’s so difficult to tell, it’s hard
to believe when
the society you’re a part of
no longer acknowledges you exist;
but maybe there is genius
behind obscurity,
and living to fight another day
while accepting what’s happened
to our kind.
Regardless of all that,
I wanted you to know
how badly I need to see
your sweet being again.
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