Your hugs held me together
Unrestrained
I break apart

I’ve come to like it
The loneliness...

It has become
A part of me

I don’t want to
Give it up

Does it matter what I think
When you think the same as me

Does it matter what I say
When you can speak the same as me

Why not join and shout it loud
for all the world to hear

Is that what makes us different
I shout what you can’t scream

Long-time pain
I’ve lived in grief turned

Now
Self-pity

What’s the matter
Why can’t I relate
These poems I read
Make no sense to me

Am I such a simpleton
Do I have no brains at all
Why can others see
Things that are so lost
To me

Words too abstract
And jumbled to me
But I guess that’s what people think
Poetry should be

I’m sorry to say
Don’t expect that from me
I can only write-- plainly
Of what I see

I read some poetry
That everyone said
I should like

I’m sorry
But I guess I needed to be
High on *** and *****
Like I was when I enjoyed
The Muddy blues

Now that means
Nothing to me
Just like this poetry
You said to read

Not that I have anything
Against Muddy
But, I didn’t need no
Touch of the ****
To enjoy the music
Of the ****** man
Johnny Lee