Poem 110- The Art of Life

The Art of life

I am studying how to direct my actions
To directly match your
Impeccable staging of
‘ Our relationship’: a play in multiple parts
With exemplary musical accompaniment,
Yet not a musical.

I am learning to manage
The impressive reviews
I create for you in my
Head better and more positive
Than any
Seen in theatre magazines.
Near you is the role
I learn lines by candlelight
To play. I will happily assist as you
Produce the deep and strong
Feeling I have been
Hoping to feel and
I will wait
In the
Wings
Till
You are prepared
To make the
Soliloquy
That shows you understand
Why it is
You who has the script
To my happiness

Poem 109- Word thief

Word thief

So you say you’ve
Been reading my
Poems.
Why should that be
So shocking. You have
Tried to take a chunk
Out of all parts of
My life for most of the
Time I can remember.
And who am I to say who can look at my
Totally public internet
Page.

But my poems are a
Tiny part of me
That I share with
An invisible
Audience of my
Friends and Internet
Strangers or searchers that happen
To stumble on to my
World expressing words
And as I post them
I don’t know who’s
Looking but like with all aspects of my
Public and private life
I hope that the onlooker
Is not you.
I exclude you on purpose and this
Secret recital
You feel entitled to
Is not yours. There
Maybe poems about
Your evil and our malicious
Encounters.

Even with you as the subject
Doesn’t mean I should
Be subjected to your scrutiny

All poems about this topic. The topic of you
Are the most aggressive, filled
With the most distain .

I wish
I didn’t have to write them.

Please don’t read
Them.

Ok

My public private entity
Ruined by
Your eyes.

Poem 108- Wasn’t it just yesterday I saw you?

Wasn’t it just yesterday I saw you?


I sit bathed in sun

Exhuming myself from the

Week of torture my body

And mind have endured

Waiting as the hours pass



‘ you don’t mind do you?’ you say

As the answer falls on deaf smiles

I close up and answer with

Yeses and nos as you ruin

My sunny solitude


A total of about 6 minutes

Have zapped the sun

Shaded myself

In the heat I squirm

For a chance to continue

My un-ambushed afternoon

Leave me alone to be

Content with the imprint

Of you not sitting next to

Me