Drowsy from my own doubt.
"Stop feeling pity for yourself!"
I hear screaming.
Pit bulls barking.
Roaches and rats emerging from an abyss I have yet to visit.
And my right mind says it's best not to.
Masking reality with metaphors is not new.
But it requires bravery when confronted.
I don't want to steer you in the wrong direction.
But I have to be free.
Free to do what freedom will allow me to do.
Profanity and profound are positively related.
Please come back to me, lest I already be in your presence.
No I don't like having conversations, because I am trying to silence the naysayers with my words.
Both on here and in music.
Though blogging is poetry when placed here.
Bowery Poetry Club
New York, NY 10012
It's actually a dope place to go hang out at, anyway.
~follow the buzzards~