Sometimes I worry what you’ll think
about these words I spew upon this page.
Not often.
Not for very long.
What of the form and structure?
How goes the meter or the rhyme?
I ain’t no poet.
I do not invent this stuff.
It is my life’s voice and vision
spread before your gaze.
In words,
these pictures dance
across your page.
I’m just too blind and busted
to paint or sculpt or etch
these countless awe-filled scenes
I sense and dream and see.
I ain’t no poet.
I do not create this song and dance.
It’s only ever passing through me
like last night’s smorgasbord.
At best it’s just another
tatty dog-eared snapshot,
along this helter-skelter,
on-again, off-again,
bargain-basement tour.
Hoping someone,
somewhere,
somehow,
gets a kick, a nudge,
a sniffle or a giggle,
before this Carny hack
done bites the dust
forever.
I ain’t no poet,
Never!
(2013)
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