I’m not a poet – my lines are too long,
my ideas are tabloid.
I use the wrong punctuation and
can only quote Jung, never Nietzsche.
These words are not meant to be
read aloud, they belong in the inside
of the head. Not a real poem.
I’ve never stood up and shouted lines
in a crowded room of cheap gin
and expensive smoke. Lost in applause.
I never wanted to be the smartest
in the room, only to learn
from those who were. I write for me,
but I hope, I hope that I write for you too…
(This needs a new title…no idea what to call it though)