Wow, what even is this?
Terrible, terrible.
Why do you even bother, it’s no good
Thanks, now get out.
I admit I’m not the next Frost
I may not even be the next anyone.
So, without further ado, I’m sorry.
I apologize.
I’m sorry Blake, Burns, Wordsworth.
I’m sorry Poe, Frost, Ginsburg.
I’m sorry Plath, Petersen, Bremer.
I’m sorry Church, Winter, Dychkowski.
I don’t measure up, I don’t even rhyme
Selfishness is my reason for this
Feelings on paper and thoughts in obscurity
All written without form, no scheme
Is it real if it doesn’t make sense?
I’m not stopping, no, I’ll persevere
But I offer up these apologies to those who are poets
Somehow I got labeled with you
Somehow I ended up here.
Poetry. My one stay. An escape I can always turn to.
I’m sorry.
My apologies.
Forgive my excuse.

I don't believe in heaven
Most days
But when November comes around
I feel dread
For I've let him down
Oh the damage I have caused
For me to
Think I'd
Be the glue
For my family
That was him;
Mother at bay
Son on close gaurd
and his daughter
in his arms..
Big shoes I chose to fill
I swore I'd do it for him
Frankly,
I've forgotten;
No longer strong, I've fallen.
No longer able to walk the tight wire
I've fallen
And every November
I remember
I've failed

Shadow people, Cherubs equipped with lethal arrows
Distinct wing flapping sent from below
Shot over 3,800 times to no avail
One alive communicates with those transcending
Purgatory equals complex word syncopation
Frequent visits with fingertips energy transference
Lost precious trapped in mirror, sad!
Cats play and sing jive, especially the one hanging from curtain rod
Throws out "**** ya ***" every other verse
Call him upon it and low baritone purrs
aplogies
Confusion bubble pop? Fathom now or just wait
Ha! Ha! La! La! Rah! Rah! Rah!
Later

Whats that mean when those who shadow you
Come and call you?
Doesn't even scrape near.
Those fears, answers or aplogies
I choose, not you, to draw near
So basically ...stay the hell clear.