Come gaze with me (you)
upon the forever childhood
“thous must!” say adults
his father’s joy,
unto whom pissings whisper low
“i am okay in superman’s
pants best i wished to be
in Misses Cleaver’s heart”
— little clay man who walks
stiff legged I HATE to be that way!
i am two feet walking within the
fields of so many dead hearts
i am underneath a leaf
within a breath eating grass
and you may (I wonder) why
wondering I’ve come so close?
“Yes, it’s someway how you
placed a slender finger into
my mouth and we’ve become so
close” And you say, ‘something
something in the way i like your
poetry, and you’re okay, and
you may not be great but you’re
so very different.’
AND i keep on saying to me:
i’m so safe in my ways i’m so
safe keeping everyone away
:: 09182015 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 