986 (the status of my being)
by Tim Kavi
sometimes it flows
unstopped, flooding
the plains below
mountaintops of ecstatic utterances
so was my youth
words are stopped
up looking, upwards
at the springs
sources where the snow
no longer melts and
the rain no longer comes
such was my adulthood
we all have issues
I said, as the guitarist's
(self-imagined) fingers bled
bludgeoned poets on the
rocks below; shattered
pretending to be an artist
by questions that blocked
the streams where words
would flow; I've become
"the great imposter"
so I wear sunglasses
and lipstick
fucking lipstick
my anima does me proud
such I am now, confused
and bleeding, yet
98.6 the doctor said
it's nice to be normal again.
