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...