I am trying to write a poem
something to explain
what I have failed to recognize or discover
To use that poem as a instruction
A reason
But I write a different poem
With the feelings of a stranger
with closed eyes to myself
No explanation
NO discovery
NO directions
and not one putrid reason
so I ask
who is writing this poem
who is pouring words on the keyboard like water out of a faucet
but not even touching the water
It is the stranger
The person when I am closing my eyes
but still looking
I will shut my eyes and it looks like a black curtain falls
but the act is behind the curtain