New/Knew/Rebuilding
You
4:18AM
not sure where to start,
so I will begin at the end,
rinsing and repeating,
till it makes a dime's worth of sense,
even if helps for just one minute,
I'll take it happy for
giving you one minute of better,
rinse and repeat,
60times, an hour to which we can only but
try
to build a single day.
You are new to me.
But I knew you a long time.
Don't ask silly whys or how's.
This won't take long.
Less than a minute.
Saw a few Picasso's, Chagall yesterday.
Even a Basquiat.
Estimated to sell for
$15~18 million dollars.
You know he once said,
"I thought I was going to be a *** for the rest of my life."
So here is my art for you, girl,
Whom I will likely never meet,
But is deep inside of me,
Unmasking provoking, couching, courting,
Crouching, springing
me to care.
If one new/knew/rebuilder of you
Is writing words of caring, artful encouragement
At 4:18am,
What is that worth?
I'll tell you cause I won't let
bitter answer for you.
Everything.
So **** art.
But open heart to the art of
Accepting that I just wrote you a poem,
Message on point,
I care.
Your name is hidden within this poem, so our secret open but private. Accept this please and if but for a minute, tell me you are smiling, or I will never write another poem here. For if I cannot bring to you what I want to, 60 seconds of solace, comfort, than my utility is zero.