Written 17 June 2016
What if I don't want to be
either normal, OR fabulous
at least not intentionally
because I am not performance art:
This is breath, this is anger,
this is lust,
this may be (something like) zen,
this is me repaying some of my massive karmic overdraft,
this is me desperate for petrol money,
this is me drunk,
this is me unpopular,
this is parenthood, career, civic duty,
this is nakedness, sloth, "art",
this is nothing much
still nothing much,
this is a humungous waste of time
and that was -nods sanctimoniously - not a word
but maybe I am a word sometimes
or rather two words
when you think you can tell me
what I am
pin me on some classifying system
two words: fuck off.
YOU ARE READING
Sweeping Winds and Rainbow Beginnings
PoetryThese are a few of my poems. I would prefer to take my time and try to sort the better ones out from the rubbish so it might take me a while to collect. I hope you can stop by and enjoy a poem or several. In poetry (good or bad) we express something...
