finally, a new poem. i sent it in for
comments and crits to my group (bless 'em )
i rewrote it into this version and here it is.
god, it's been a long lonely time without
my words. s



people think


because i am a poet
i have words dancing
like angels on the point of my pen.

i don't
there are no angels
only blood and guts
and bones that creak
and sorrows

people think
whatever they must
to put me in a box
pretending that i'm different

that it's alright because
i'm a poet.

it's o.k. to treat me that way
because it will help the angels
whisper words in my ear.