may

may

A Poem by m.s.early

forgive the punctuation
i have not been well for some time
been common, been familiar

sacrificed day walks for the pretentious stare
like some prostituted transaction 
between the universe and i
then found myself alone in front of a bad screenplay
wondering why the world 
accepts crap for art
(i've seen cowpiles delivered with more panache)

where has my old friend gone?
he dared to sacrifice the aesthetics of his poetry's form
by jutting the edges with the unconventional.
i miss his bravery so dearly.
perhaps soon i will see him again
in the midst of a melody
i feel myself lingering on

forgive the crassness, the cynicism
like i said, 
i have not been well for some time
as my old friend use to say
there is more poetry in the petal of a daisy
than in all of the minds in this one horse town

i can't believe i hung up on him
in the middle of his accusation
and forgot to pray
but in the morning as i shave for church
i'll sense his presence
and i'll hear the song we wrote together

my quandary exists in its perception you see
for as i say that i am not well
it speaks of a mirror that refuses to reflect
any light but mine
and it blocks out my old friends

those who taught me how to see and feel,
they taught me how to paint,
how play the piano,
how to properly punctuate my ideas

i suppose my maturity was a symptom
that i mistook for the disease
because it wasn't maturity at all
but rather a mistaken case of misinterpretation
it was only me refusing the obvious
and intoxicating my pride

yes old friend, i remember now
the daisy became a lei
its poetry found the neck of beauty
around a filipino dancer
and i forgot

i am changing the direction of my light again
i have not been well
but i have been worse
and tomorrow morning i will open a bible
and remember why i wrote you
why i fell in love with her
and i will pray for us all

© 2014 m.s.early


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You punctuate your ideas marvelously, you direct the light of friendship amazingly and you perceive the reflections ingratiatingly. Excellent...:)...................

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"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..

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