(seep yourself to leak away)
all reveals are feints;
I take you right
but I am moving left,
always left,
then left again
when I turn the faucet of me on,
brown, rusty pipe water comes out,
never turning clear,
even if the flow
went on for a millennium
someone traveller passerby
reads my excellent explicit illicit words,
with kind sweetness
observes a valid conclusion:
Poems take.a lot out of you
correct+wrong
not take, give
they are the slow seepage
of my overburdening
which is
yes, yes, I know, all relative,
but perspective is a
sometime summer thing,
and all the springtime streets
filled with filthy frozen slush
having come from some rusty water leakage,
never turning clear
no matter how long the street runs away
from you
so you take yourself to give away,
seeping and leaking
ah words;
so useful and so inadequate
crushed petals from the Tree of Life
you ask me If I have read my brother,
the prophet-poet Jeremiah?
*The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure.
Who can understand it?*
*When your words came, I ate them;
they were my joy and my heart's delight*
*Then the Lord reached out his hand unto my mouth and said,
"I have put my words in your mouth."*
these are those words
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
(seep yourself to leak away)
all reveals are feints;
I take you right
but I am moving left,
always left,
then left again
when I turn the faucet of me on,
brown, rusty pipe water comes out,
never turning clear,
even if the flow
went on for a millennium
someone traveller passerby
reads my excellent explicit illicit words,
with kind sweetness
observes a valid conclusion:
Poems take.a lot out of you
correct+wrong
not take, give
they are the slow seepage
of my overburdening
which is
yes, yes, I know, all relative,
but perspective is a
sometime summer thing,
and all the springtime streets
filled with filthy frozen slush
having come from some rusty water leakage,
never turning clear
no matter how long the street runs away
from you
so you take yourself to give away,
seeping and leaking
ah words;
so useful and so inadequate
crushed petals from the Tree of Life
you ask me If I have read my brother,
the prophet-poet Jeremiah?
*The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure.
Who can understand it?*
*When your words came, I ate them;
they were my joy and my heart's delight*
*Then the Lord reached out his hand unto my mouth and said,
"I have put my words in your mouth."*
these are those words
