False Notions - 1/13/04

You see I sat in that seat that
your last man sat in
many expectations many speculations
my mind, my body, conditional captivation
where all is lost now because you couldn't
accept me as a new sensation
surprisingly as I slept on the break of dawn
waking up now slowly understanding
my rights before I attempted to do wrong
closing the blinds both hands
pulling and removing the wool
from over my eyes
tragic story after tragic story
I will write until I fall into
a position that is civil as no woman no cry
heart too wounded to be broken
just to address poetically spoken
the agendas,
negative intentions and

False Notions

My Writing Tablet Perspires

You see the molecular structure
Behooves my ability to stand still
before my thoughts rupture
The 31 lines on a letter size
piece of paper I under/ stand
the focus of the righteous
and the principle of the misguided
Trail set without footsteps to fall off
as the kindred spirit within exercises
the mere thought of
versatility - tranquility
Allowing me to show my ability
to the universal pressures of
the earth atmospherically
without the desires of my retire
I will exist until I write and

My Writing Tablet Perspires