i have no reason to apologize to you anymore,
we're incompatible and tricky.
there should be no reason i have anything to hide from you
yet i can't help but mismanage my time
and myself -and look where you've got me!
my regrets
they don't own me, so why should you have to hear them?
i've obviously made it clear there's nothing
written in my handbook
which states, "you've been elected to hear the impromptu,
clumsy, formless, awkward, and nonsequitur apologies
of mine."
you're going to face the problem head first (dive into that slippery water!)
and learn how to juggle it
like a sentient, rational, responsible, and confident
human being, and leave our differences at the threshold.
i'm sorry you had to see that
i'm sorry you had to do that
i'm sorry you had to hear that
but i'm not sorry, for being myself.
there comes a time in one's life when you've got
to face the music.
whether it be scripted, formed, scored, or thrown into life
by dice.
you're going to take it, and i'm going to sit here
grinning like the devil, with a glass
of champagne in my right, and a cigarette in my left,
and tell you about the time i succeeded in winning the battle of my heart,
where i become its sole captor.
shoot me! i dare you! i'm such a rebel inside! i know i'm a surly *******!
quit telling me what i already know!
there isn't anything else to say. i've won. deal with it.
i've gated my goods, now it's up to you to decide what to do with the fence around it.
and how to go, where to act, ...what justifiable reason is there to show
resentment towards me? what have i done, but been crucified by your insidious
regrets and complaints; it's not my burden anymore.
i'm not venting. I'M NOT VENTING! I'M NOT VENTING!
but basically, i'm plain
bored.
Haha, this is a real flop. I wrote it hotfooted and didn't even get a chance to edit it: that's me in primal form alright! Go ahead and have fun with it; read it aloud, as it was written to be. But I have to keep everyone entertained. And my personal problems will do the job nicely.
|| This is not one of my typical works: it was thrown together after a harsh emotional consequence I've been suffering through for the past few months. It's built up and up, and voilà! here you have it! The kettle whistles! Compare it to my earlier work, "outburst !" (
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/outburst-1/), which was published 13 August 2013.