A word of advice to anyone who gets their poems to the editing process
It sucks. The most important advice I can give is keep your work short, because any unnecessary line is taken out. Space is too much of a factor. The downside is because I know this I think the stuff ive written lately has been suffering.
Intimate
Would you believe
I am insecure
About most anything
There is a fine line
Between indecision and revision
Knowing yes and shaking no
And this brilliant design has
Stabled life and kept me stable
But now
There is you
And I’m willing to be intimate
If your willing to just be
I keep walking away
Just to come back with bite
You probably don’t notice
Our seasonal goodbyes
Because I don’t think
Deep Down
You ever said hello
My intimate puzzle
Is wearing out
And the answer is at hand,
But I’m not ready to relinquish
Nor submit to such trivial
Pleasantries like truth
It just gets in the way
Of heart driven crusades
And smile relished Renaissances
I apologize in advance
For my scrupled wit
Doesn’t make well for hesitance
And when I see you
When hazel desires meet azure dreams
Our lips might lock on sheer will
I might resign
But I’m willing to be intimate
If your willing to just be.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
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