Ma Poesie Blues

so you give it to the wind
you can't write poetry all day, can you?

a temporary stall from poetry,

from subject manner,
manner, manners.

thats an acute
presumption to believe in.
not something you can trust
from words on a page.

as long as you're still there,
i love you.

theres always a better word,
a better way.

thought i knew you
until you approached me
told me about your life,

i love you, i trust you,
i need you there,
here, thought i knew.

thought i knew.

a temporary stall from your pictures,
the things in this life
you want to keep on paper,

like poetry

shocked myself
with retraction
thought i was there,
tried to erase you,

tried to keep you from knowing anything.