a loving bleed

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