poetry isn't so sweet to me.
it leaves me restless
& hungry. it calls me out of
nowhere reminds me i am lonely
then
hangs up on me

poetry isn't so sweet to me.
it runs its fingers through my hair
leaves it in tangles strangles the
last breath from me then kisses me
back to air
but never life again.

i am searching for something less
contagious, less consuming
words that will not walk away

poetry isn't so sweet to me
but i had hoped, dear poet that you
would be.

03/11/2004

Posted on 03/11/2004
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