I have not posted a poem in a long time.  I have also let a 3 months go by without writing one as I had been in musician mode.  Sometimes a poem takes on a life of its own and surprises you.  This is one of those times.  I am not sure what it means, except that I am sure that I meant it.

I thought about

writing a poem today

but I am feeling unsure.

How many more of my words

do you deserve?

Will they bounce off your ear

in an inaudible “pop”,

a blown bubble

from a plastic stick,

Will they jump off

the cliff of my brain

and fall like

a heavy lump of lead,

Will the poem hurl itself

like stinging nettles or

barbs, sticking into

overly tenderized flesh?

Perhaps it is best not to try

my words are dangerous today,

thick with venom

so very viscous,

and so very tired.