Poet
Nightly surfing this web,
this cobweb for breath,
fresh air from fresh words,
oops a link broken,
poetry not spoken.
Promises of romance,
of love, of compassion,
and passionate s*x,
of truth, of honesty,
and all the insanity
neatly indexed.
Angst again and again,
as I felt the spit,
of yet another page,
of this passionless pit.
Drowning in chagrin,
examining the content,
searching for meaning,
among the mentally spent,
who ramble toward endless,
verbal destinations,
that lead to garbage laden
overfilled consternation.
Irritated, bewildered,
lacking a clue,
ranting on my keyboard
for the talented few.
Please! soak me, bind me, lure me,
into a verbal experience,
where the wind, the rain,
and the seasons greet me,
before I am spent.
Browser still stalling
still more missing links,
text leading from nowhere,
circling drains in kitchen sinks.
fFustrated and tired
I abandon the plight,
I click on the icon
of my favorite of sites.
where I find the link,
that magically takes me home,
to the pages of a poet
I've always known.
His stanzas are not broken
they flow like a river,
his words pound your heart
they always deliver.
He doesn't use weird adjectives
to confuse your mind,
and it's not by accident,
it's by creative design.
Oh, my readers can't you see,
his poetic world and its text based themes,
painting palette-less pictures for you to see,
all that he is and all that he dreams.
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