a rhyme about me

they questioned my soul.

 

so I took off my skin,

showed them my scars,

then I danced on the moon,

cried with the stars,

I dug up my dead,

they all testified

that I held their hands

as they laid down to die.

I howled with stray dogs,

and spit on grey lies,

wallowed with hogs,

and swallowed the sky,

spit it back out

all colored in madness,

moved a few mountains

to decrease my sadness.

I called on old lovers

that broke me to shards,

they hovered like ghosts

and slapped me so hard

that I fell to the grass,

down on my knees,

and the judge dubbed it all

as 'fine poetry.'

 

so I took it all back,

stuffed it back down

into the hole

to let it all drown.

 

"I've seen your cold eyes,

as you watched me fall,

your half-smiled lies,

and your muted cat-calls.

if you're a poet,

I'd rather not be.

I'll just be a misfit

with a social disease."

 

they all just laughed

as I limped away,

a little bit wiser,

a lot more astray.

 

I'm not a poet,

and, I'll never be.

this is just Life.

not poetry.

 

take it or leave it

to sink in the sea

of free verse teardrops

and rhymes about me.

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

excellent work, my friend.

[koty bell]

deep stuff man that was sick man great write.

[Robin]

I like that term - free verse .. you know what rhymes with free..

[Brad]

reminds me of this story i wrote about sparkly vampires and shirtless native americans who can turn into wolves...i'll have to send you the story sometime! :)

seriously, nice howl at the moon insanity play

[Rene Velez]

Indeed this speaks to a lot of poets in doubt, really fine expression here, I like this a lot Favorited...first time i do such a thing...