Tuesday, September 1, 2009

I will be the Poet

I will be the poet
When words fall short
Not that I
In my smallness
Could ever express it
Just as it should be
(Could be)
Impossibly so.
I will be the poet
When words lost
To themselves
And you
Hoisted up on other flags
The peace of their pieces
Stitched to your silence
Bring neither hope nor surrender.

I will be the poet
When words escape us
And speaking the speak
No longer
Means this or that
Instead is just static between us.
I will be the poet
In times like these
There are not nearly enough
Not nearly enough
Because grey
Sometimes won’t do
And I can’t be profound
With a mouth full of teeth
Will seal the deal
Will free us all.

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