the platitudes of willful resemblance

I’ve been a bad blogger lately, I’ve been a bad poet, I’ve been in a fuck ton of pain and cannot function physically or mentally lately.

I cannot apologize for my disabilities –

I’ve added a link to the right which you must copy and put in your browser and do what is right.

So my posting today has a lot to do with pleading for help for another.

so here is a poem.

untitled

I’ve never fallen to my knees
and prayed to God;
tumbling on loose cobblestones
in old town squares,
I’ve spilled coffee over my shoes
but not often new ones.

perplexed but not quite daunted
or reversed stretching out at the frailty
and being only man among men,
poets.

2.
walk with me,
though I do not walk so much as sway, pitch
or stagger.

walk with me,
though I shall be muted, scarcely
swinging my arms at the sides.

walk with me,
though hell I walk, ancient seraphim
in ash and agony.

walk with me,
though hell is too wide for eidetic
narrative.
 

–       hoc scripsi

Published: Bicycle Review April 15^th 2011

Posted on August 24, 2011 at 9:08 am in Uncategorized   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL