Jul 2012
The Poet's Corner wants to fill me.
My Doctor warns me of the danger,
already one leg is gone,
though I want all four limbs to be done with,
I strain not to be altered by
anything other than myself.
Tall trees laying down
with broken backs.
It looks a mess out there,
so man gets busy and does
what man does best. They
commence to cutting corners.
Inside four walls I begin to cut
with a rusty pen knife
and the infection spreads.
I didn't do it for the show of it all,
I did it out of an old, old ghost
that just won't leave me alone.
My Doctor warns me of the danger,
already one leg is gone,
though I want all four limbs to be done with,
I strain not to be altered by
anything other than myself.
Tall trees laying down
with broken backs.
It looks a mess out there,
so man gets busy and does
what man does best. They
commence to cutting corners.
Inside four walls I begin to cut
with a rusty pen knife
and the infection spreads.
I didn't do it for the show of it all,
I did it out of an old, old ghost
that just won't leave me alone.
This one is a bit twisted, I was hangin' out with a fellow poet drinkn lots a ***. we just lived down the street from each other when hurricane Juan hit, it ripped out big elms leaving large holes in the ground and damaging many homes when they were in the paths of the falling trees. The last verse was speaking of how I can do myself wrong when my thinking is off, I was speaking metaphorically... hope u enjoy. My son saw the pic. I posted on FB and he says "it takes juan to know juan" :) apple dont fall too far from da tree..
