SUMMER HOUSE POETRY: 2. I SHOULD KEEP MY MOUTH SMALLER THAN MY WORDS

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 ::

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