somewhere around the 11th or 12th definition
the word passion comes to mean suffering
and we poets are so damned passionate
i’m tired of keeping a messy heart clean
life gave me a tongue
and i suspect the point was using it
my intention is not to offend
but i don’t care if i do
i didn’t put pen to paper the first time seeking fame
i started writing to keep from hanging myself
in a pole barn
besides
unfinished business is bad form
performing my poetry is better than sex
i can fuck a whole room full of people to tears
the point of the act is creation
a loving bleed as i write the words
the book this annotated dying is bound in
the end result
an immaterial thing
4 replies on “a loving bleed”
Amazing and deep my nice friend 🙂
Thank you…
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Dire truths, brilliantly expressed–as always. It’s life or death–as always, a choice.