the unRead Poet
i Am
an Open Book
unRead
familiar fingers flip pages
frustrated by the font
of
energy
poured into my wRiting
RIGHTING
painful passages
of time
perpetually put
in rhyme
MY PLACE
iN
the uniVerse
processing
THIS
preposterous
preponderance
the ambivalence of balancing
my Role
"this is the way we roll we roll, this is the way we roll"
MY ROLE
a Father
seeking
a Father
SPEAKING
