I don’t like soft-spoken people,
with unhurried speeches and
calculated talks and gestures,
conveying thoughts and doctrines
with professional and doctoral air, users
of attentive audiences and easy applauses.
I get bored and cannot hear them.
I’m aware that time is running out;
our life short, finite and imponderable,
and so inaccurate our common insight
that pompous speech becomes suspicious.
My words are little heard, in fact,
I was born a poet and talk on paper,
where they are written, to be read by people
with all the time and right to refuse them.
My family and friends look like me;
our eyes speak more than words.
But with some lovers I have had,
I spoke not only with looks.
I created a crazy language,
mad and infatued one;
not from mouth to ear,
but from mouth to mouth.
Published in Creative Talents Unleashed, Featured Writer, June 17, 2017.
Published in the Sept-Oct.2017 issue of Indiana Voice Journal
Published in Highland Park Poetry, January 2019 Winter Muses’ Gallery
Published in Tree House Arts, July 24, 2019