block me if
you will
for I will never be satisfied
trite me cut with a boredom knife,
hackney me to death with kitsch,
migraine me with banal,
bromide me with the pedestrian,
if you can only sing the exhausted, old familiar,
drain me not with your jejune
write me to soar,
pleasure me with convincing adjectives
of the posterous,
never before heard, untill my lips parse your words
write me to vex
so my sides, clutching
in the most desirable agony
you want to boast of how you cut?
then cut me if you can,
bravo
carve your initials into my brain,
so when I read your words,
I scream I weep I confess
you have vexed me,
in the places where
the very few dare tread,
in the places
*where good poetry goes...
dare to vex poetry
at your own peril
dare to vex
provoke, antagonize, exasperate
that is what my words will do
they won't irritate or annoy,
bug you or peeve,
a simple bother
insufficient
vex
your core,
demand
that you more
mere question yourself
but riptide extract the
elemental,
acid on the essence
bared
learn the power of crafting words
for maximum effect
torment, infuriate,
expose yourself,
what has lain beneath the skin,
you will let me in,
to let you out
why play with poetry,
the most dangerous weapon
unless nakedly intend to
dare to vex