aw,junk
passed out early got drunk and guess called some girl latoya
although that was not here name hope i wasn’t obnoxious
passing off self conscious anxieties
sipping voraciously the fermented grape preferably white
which led to the
soft tone of the french horn
whose ancestor is the natural horn
which has no keys
all embouchure sure sure sure shore…..
i intend to exude interest automatically
but my face can’t pretend
i could greet you with a smile
but that would be a conditioned response ( what about a sutra)
i could perform poetry cliche
with dramatic desperation or a gentle calm
hard to re-channel the voice written in it is a passing thing
can’t walk down that valley with the reader of there maybe one
and i talk to a being beyond
if there is a ear to my conscious
even the godless have a conscious
i often forget for a jiffy that i am me and i lead this existence (to each his/her own)
and phrases of the language
are incompatible
a natural distortion
if one chooses i for greater or worse so be it
with or without i am not offended ( for now)