Reading Poetry

Speaking of ropes,
and tying up
I'm certain it was
a plutonic tether

your ankles still hurt

we know that none of this
should see the light of day
[but probably will,
I'm an asshole
committing such things
to print]

and don't invite myself to go there,
can't be honest
say i'd like it
tho i would,
make myself vulnerable,

or just because
I'm operating
in shut-up-mode

can't
manage
to speak,

Or just don't know how
to truly talk
with anyone
with you.

We all know how to write,
but only a few great ones
get to be true writers;
and so forth
with good talkers.

Not everyone is good
with others,
passing signals
making their will
known subtly.

mostly,
I think
I want to just feel
alright with such situations,
so I can find one
like you.

Perhaps I don't believe in love
or just can't identify it
apart from lust,
or desperational need,
or enamouration

who knows

I just want to get
to the bottom of the
pain

which boxes;
confines
conflicts

but then
that's
not
really it
either.

-11 Oct 98

I'll bet that just took 5 years off my life--but GODDAMM if it wasn't worth every second

This post was edited by zen on Jun 29, 2006.