of course I want to show you my poetry
but you haven't asked.
I have caught you staring at me
trembling in desire or heart twitches
and yet you haven't asked
and it's through these twisted words you'll see me
like through the looking glass
but it seems you don't want to learn and study
the composition of these bones
allow me to expand:
(and this time it won't be a muscle
but 206 unbroken units make a 100 per cent)
watch out for callous knees, loricate through endeavours
nervous fingers, firm hands
and a tongue too quick for its own good.
The weight I carry ain't mine
but has been dumped on me
and I try to shed those old skins
for the peace of mind.
That poetry you read
that's just a thought
I've been slow at times and harsh in others
and honest is mostly the seat I drive
but here you stand
mute in answers
and one cruel chill follows the other
a person deaf for words
will never read a poem
the way a poem should be read
and a heart without room
cannot let me live in it
so this poem ain't for you
that poem ain't fo' nobody.