let me tell you this the numbers increase then restart and you change in increments like the yellowing of a book or erosion of a stone if you must talk sit comfortably with a beverage of your choosing and say plainly here I am here’s the story of it all
let me tell you about music about how Boys Don’t Cry how I sit and let the melancholic twang of a guitar and ripple of drums submerge me like a wave on a winter night how the syllables of erstwhile years still hit as hard as cricket *****
let me tell you about the television the what we don’t need and reality warped past the point of reality breathing out the same few sentences at midday and rat-a-tat of gunfire on a street of sixteens or in a dusty ramshackle of a town now bounding into the spotlight
let me tell you about anxiety about the bending extending of my fingers the inbound heatwave at the front of my skull the potentials that rattle rainmaker until I hear my voice telling my own voice off
let me tell you about the online world the vanity that froths across the screen strangers trying to be strangers the illusions blow-dried primped glazed over in a calorific gloss or the pitter-patter of a criticism that will unavoidably come because it can because this is how you open your mouth when you can’t be seen
let me tell you about motivation how it trickles like sand out of me how it is steam on a windowpane silvery and ready for me to play but gone before the first curl of a word is poured into place I find naked envelopes everywhere what is needed concealed under the bed at the end of a lines-are-busy call
let me tell you about intimacy to me an outline of a ghost or an unidentifiable shape like a face caught in a puddle there goes a couple in the first swirl of not-quite love there are two teens photographing the evidence that they are a serious business thank you very much condoms instead of pick ‘n’ mix holding a phone instead of holding a hand
let me tell you this is how it is or my version different from your version but the roots are the same roots the premise about the same do you have questions It’s not a surprise and I told you the numbers increase then restart and you change in increments
Written: May 2018. Explanation: A poem written in my own time. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. Please note that 'Boys Don't Cry' is a reference to the song by The Cure, and that pick 'n' mix is a British term for what is known elsewhere as penny candy, loose candy or bulk confectionery.