My poems , like my *****
on a good day
confident and dangerous.
after first impressions
a respectable acceptable ,
so I have been told
Creativity comes confident like a thunderbolt *******
my mighty sword I stand behind , I swagger as it sways.
like the poems I embrace
first impression holds weight...
and tease ...begging for capture
fluttering just out of reach
like a lurking weightless wolverine
for every stroke of clever ink ironic
I tug timeless hours exhausting
a rhythmic trance of the impatient night
flaccid and empty i hold nothing but shame and waste
until a pulse, there is no flame the inferno can stand behind