PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Panting, panicked, breathless

I am here with little and late.

The most bewildered of us all

I can't believe I made you wait.

I wasn't on your radar

Just another fawning fan

Drinking your soul up like perfume

Thinking "Damn I want that man."

Rotating words and possibility

Sifting through metacosmic imagery

Boiling lava envious of any who catch your eye

Wearing boldface timid, unsure how to try.

Always always wishing for it but didn't see

Please oh please oh please oh please

Tell me you mean me.

But I'm not a poet, I'm an artist

And this shapes fundamental experience

Utility of the medium dictates its design.

I was writing like a painter, you were making souls align.

Your sublime toil caught more than little old me

Onlookers gathered passers by and all of them could see.

(but not me)

And I was stupidly looking down 

Kicking pebbles across the ground

Wondering why you never reply

To my tiny praising sighs.

I created spectacle by some bizarre inability to see your milky way sprinkling down shooting stars.

I was trying to sneak to you through the freight entrance so I didn't see you put my name on the marquee.

Only one thing gets to me.  

WHY. DIDN'T. I. SEE?

WHY. DIDN'T. I. SEE?

WHY. DIDN'T. I. SEE?

I was reading every verse and wishing it were me.

I rush back to your shadow's tracks

And see that you're long gone.

And there it is, the floor plan of how it all went wrong.

You took away the poetry.

You know, that wasn't mine.

You had held throngs transfixed

With each electric sign.

So vilify me idiot and walk away clean

I deserve it for my crime,

To worship your addictive words

Yet not understand a line.

But please bring back the haunting song

That held us so spellbound.

Many so much better than I perceived every sound.

Return to play, master wanderer

I yield to you the floor.

I calmly bear my ill luck fate and wish I could have more.

I slink in the shadow of your epic arts, 

The No-Eyed Queen of Broken Hearts.

I just can't believe I made you wait.

I skirt among the ruins very little, extremely late.