Tsenumaic
Far-reaching
Blind
And short
Tsenumaic
Side-stepping fate
Into the arms
Of death
Tsenumaic
The last cry of a great man
Barefit of all his glory
As he steps through into the abyss
Tsenumaic
Dancing in an electric haze
A phrase of wind
Rising up through the soul
Tsenumaic
A thousand years in the company
Of the golden ones
Enough to claw your ears out
And your blind
Eyes too
Forgive me two questions,
Forgive me two questions, please. Did you change your screen name? And is the word barefit like a portmanteau word? I have not heard it before, I like it, and it makes me think of a negative kind of barefoot condition.
J-Called
I had already decided to
I had already decided to change my screen name from Bukowski in an attempt to distance myself from another poet, this being so I change my name to Tsenumaic. The word is one which I created out of pure instinct, and this poem is me trying to define it in my own confused way.
I applaud your effort and
I applaud your effort and courage. I recently did that myself in order to distance myself from some problems, and to bring myself nearer some solutions. I hope the new name works well for you.
J-Called