i know November
i know you fear my weather
you fear the tides of which i drown you
over and over,
you fear that my sentences never end,
my statements and its horrific complications,
that i can be
a taut rope wrung in your neck,
a tireless, blow-hard delegate with
a sycophantic laugh and
an inclination to burn amongst the bluest proximas,
i am the face you shiver from in your sleep,
a nondescript seducer who gabs
cliché per cliché of grandiloqous ballyhoos,
jabbing words after words,
paltry of the kind
like an antiquated lover hooked on wine,
i am my own shame, grief and madness’
amanuensis,
i know i can be a bit too much
too much
for your tea-bag lungs,
too much like a mad poet’s allegory,
too much like a thick brew of history,
i am heaven, hell and purgatory
i am your gothic lover
singing a paean to madness
i bore the stigma on my skin
like a painting of a bad picture
i know November,
my dear non-gullible factor,
i know you fear every inch of me
and i
understand why you refused to descend from your tower
i think i really do, like
30 minutes
10 seconds
and 2 life-years ago
October 14, 2007
