A SKEPTIC'S QUIRK

Folder: 
JOURNAL#4

I can be quite a bully
with my demonstrative scribbles and lines
similar to when Stephen King writes
he sends chills up and down many spines
the master of horror himself a simplistic form
of poetry he designs
on free self expression shared
the sophisticated mind elaborately dines
I offer you a glimpse of the vast potpourri of my
objectionable personality
explore my oddness with me and discover a more
realistic reality
true beauty grows outward from the soul
after that love takes on the size and speed
of a down hill snow ball
such a busy use of a metaphor
what gall
I admit my mistakes numbered are many
but I try to keep them small
I like the old adage
'Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder'
my version would be
'If like is a chuck up under the chin
then true love is a kiss laid upon
the barest shoulder
open your emotional filing cabinet
marked compute and put that in your folder
is it me or has this room become noticeably colder
in a fit of melodramatic misgiving
I'll open up an old wound
I say stay out of no business of yours and keep in
touch with that of which you're already in tune
If I close my eyes I see a devastatingly dark
and hairy chest
it makes me want to drop this pen
run across this room and quickly become
quite a charismatic pest
there is necessity to be found in being cute
privilege is not the sole extravagance afforded
only to the well educated and astute
my quest is simple
I am searching for another sensitive soul bearing
sweet fruit
not so much someone to suit me but someone
more so likely for me to suit
I like silence, sincerity, the quiet type
but not to the point of being mute
I don't believe in divorce
so if things don't work out
I'll just have to get a gun, load it, take aim
and shoot
and maybe into the bargain
I'll become a few bucks richer to boot............
(written July 17,1991 pm)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

more views on me what else.............

View palewingedpoetess's Full Portfolio