born through the intensity of some pieces by a poet i read. a reaction to the power words can have...had to write
~~~

i am naked...
in front of
myself...

in front of all
who come to hear
you

a
lone
poet ... everyman?

it hurts
that is how
f***ing freely you...

you stand
out there ...
giving

with
raw burnt tears
and scars

and hope?
of a reality
only the havenots...
or...?

for ....

the real havenots are are the pompous and rich
who could not give a shit about one man alone...hah,
let alone... a poet!


a
lone
poet...


words making waves in
a
gently so furious way....

you get
to
me

you make me
be...
see?

act-OUT
in front of all who
see... (everyman...everyman?)

and i am so
so
so

so driven to want
to
know...

to taste every damned tear!
and to
soothe every scar...

and to ride with a
hurricane fury
away to where...

where
they can't touch
you (everyman...everyman?)

and i am naked
in front
of all

and i am a fool?

a fool... in front
of
my-selves...