Saturday, July 13, 2019

986 (the status of my being) (poem)


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.

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