I can not write
excuse these over lapping lines.
To spoken verse
These words are ritalin
I am confined
in my mind.
the divine
To calm and question
and return the memories
of shepherd's words.
His riddles gave me extra time
and caught
before he saught
this blind man cursed.
A Mother's touch
placed on my thigh
engorged desire.
and rises up
Erected is a fool of lies;
a soldier playing
with maternal fire.
by my own wings,
A butterfly pinned
I do now pine
as Jocasta swings
and sways to her own tune.
I kissed that neck,
and released myself
frictioned yet fine
with a gold brooch.
for I am blind,
I can not write
inside this mind.
these wrongs are left
Excuse the overlapping lines.
Excuse these overlaps of mine.
