How many poems does one individual contain?

nat-lipstadt Poems

How many poems does one individual contain? Ahh you say! Why unlimited are our of-coursing emotional exhalations, our sighted and insighted sparks like forest fires they come ad infinitum! THEN the mind’s eye blinks, then word blindness follows in phased arrays of gaps that cannot always be easy pencil filled, permanent inked, as locked and closeted, and put away in a glass jar of formaldehyde. I see, I feel, I hear, I read and react; a notion, a title born, perhaps even a line or two follow-on scratched and etched, even refetched but followed then by the deafening quietude of a stillbirth breeched fetus, the emptiness of a blanketing blank, a glance too short, a foam extrusion whitening the spark into nothingness, the death of a poem in a forest… and you can’t care! more such wordless poems have I buried than the talkative children I’ve birthed, old age delimits me now, my eyes failing, my hearing lessening, the senses eroding, and worse, the frustration morphs NOT INTO caring, for the days of wine and roses, the mid-of-night urgency of try, try poetic ****** is now a sinful spilled residue on the wooden floor, crumpled sheets of spermatozoa failure to perform… the wastebasket is a into a silo of mockery, a self-administered glass shot of saltwater, bitter herbs, lamentations, an impassable gateway nominally know as 502, a wide, emptied moat of “haha on you!” thus an answer forms, there is no endless, growing, inhumanly impossible trumpeting crescendo voice that doesn’t falter, eventually! a petering out, a tangled, gordon knot of a shoe-laced Nat voice that cannot be untied by creaking fingers that scream ¡no más! Even though you believe, you yet possess the tools, though well worn smooth, the belt lies heavy on the hips and its removal a welcoming enlightening! let me abide in peace, trigger me not, and the answer is and always had been, this one, or the next one, or the one prior is perhaps the finale, you will never know, and if you do, you will never permit yourself to utter aloud, terminé et terminé! in sæcula sæculorum imperf! forever and forever unfinished finish! !last one out, turn off the light!