you ask the impossible…
by Luke Skywalker
Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-08-19 07:35:00
oh! pain!
lead in my belly,
sinking heart,
and quivering sad
a fight with my brother
always the worst
i’d just as soon
hit my girlfriend.
like learning santa isn’t real
he’s human, and me
and it hurts,
my pain pulls my eyebrows down on the sides.
my jaw trembles
and that fag soul of mine
tries to make me like a girl
with tears and weakness.
why, why did i air our affairs,
and cause his defense
fair, true, in my heart
but low nonetheless.
i had nothing to prove to these
nothing to cure or create
just a story to tell
about my growing sense of acceptance.
this isn’t a poem.
the only thing poetic is the
four line stanzas.
not anymore.