You'll have to talk to the poet,
He's not around
Right now.

I don't write'em

I just edit'em
(I'm no good at spelling
Don't know much about grammar
Sonnets
or
Iambic pentameter,
his moods,
his states of mind
what it is he's trying to define
or
find.
Not sayin' that ignorance is a good thing )

I just post'em
and
let'em go.

The poet?
You'll have to talk to him
and he's not around
right now.

we say goodbye more then we say hello.

>¡<

like a cygnet
i await the
lilly strewn liquid
of your love
where i can lap my
feet luxuriously
in your
idyll

>¡<

like a patch of soil
i await your root and seed
harrowed by your hands
turned under by your
undulating plows

>¡<

like an old shoe
i wait to cradle your heel
in comfort, and give you
the freedom to
point
a
toe

>¡<

like these things
i am not
comely
but like a
caterpillar
i await your
cocoon of carelessly
crumpled sheets
to preform my
metamorphosis
into the beautiful
Blue Mountain Swallowtail
you always knew

i could be*


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/6/2016