Monday, February 18, 2008

I'M A GOOD CROWD


how is it something
so throwaway
as poetry

can bring my heart
back home to me?

come to
think of it
i never knew
it went away.

it's zen when
no one
writing
and no one
reading
can have me
feeling
so much less
alone.

1 comment:

jgee said...

Hess Fest

You’ve done it, Scott
-Wrapped me
Dumb
My poems
Seem scum
That hasn’t
Congealed

-Steeled
My floundering-
You’ve muted
Its sinew
But imbued
Its channelor
To yearn more

-No small thing

How dare
I stumble upon your-
Assaulted
Cyberly
Innocently
Virtual voyeur
Joy:yeux

My admiration
Complains-
Passive
Aggressive
Awe-struck
Not yet spare
-Aware