I Am a Poet

May 21, 2011
I am a magician
Watch me bend words to my will
And make
Stunning images appear with a flourish of
My pen, while my
Lovely assistant astounds with bright
I am the voice
Of the men, women, and
Children in my mind. They
In my ear,
Scrambling for their turn,
And sometimes it drives me
Trying to get it all down.
I am the one
Down the hall
In the straightjacket.
They tied me up
Because they can’t hear.
Although they test and prod and coo,
I smile
Because I know something they can’t.
I am a poet.

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