if you were to
look
upon me
now
you’d find
my door
so
open
my hands
are busied in
writing
my mind
upon my
door
if you were to
look
upon me
now
you’d find
no one
in my door
frame
but watch me write,
and watch me live,
and watch me exist
with my door open
watch me write
a poem about it
and watch those offenders,
those defilers,
those vagrants,
mock and defame me
like a criminal and
a god
and if you were
to look upon me
now
while the wind
rolls dust on my
doorstep
you would find me
all alone
listening to the sounds
of “you’re a loner”
if you were
to look upon
me now
you would see a man
silently answer
“yes, I am a loner,
yes, I know that quite
well,
but there’s
nothing
I can do
when I sit in my
room
and only the wind
will talk to
me”
Feb 13, 2011
Feb 13, 2011 at 12:38 PM UTC
if you were to
look
upon me
now
you’d find
my door
so
open
my hands
are busied in
writing
my mind
upon my
door
if you were to
look
upon me
now
you’d find
no one
in my door
frame
but watch me write,
and watch me live,
and watch me exist
with my door open
watch me write
a poem about it
and watch those offenders,
those defilers,
those vagrants,
mock and defame me
like a criminal and
a god
and if you were
to look upon me
now
while the wind
rolls dust on my
doorstep
you would find me
all alone
listening to the sounds
of “you’re a loner”
if you were
to look upon
me now
you would see a man
silently answer
“yes, I am a loner,
yes, I know that quite
well,
but there’s
nothing
I can do
when I sit in my
room
and only the wind
will talk to
me”
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