… the warm bath of self infatuation …
As you emerge from the warm bath
of self infatuation
your pen in wrinkled hand your ego in wet embrace
just what was it you expected ?
A sole quenching embrace from a friend or a stroke of
your ego from that lover
did you stand at the podium seeking the approval
the smile of total strangers ?
Your poetry slam worked for impressing young egos
and old sloppy writers with inky fingers
in rumpled cheap suits
does it feed the unquenchable hungers within ?
Did it exorcise the poetic desperation
release the evil demons
tightening one’s own heartstrings as if
the stranger on the subway retying the shoes of strangers ?
Why did you choose the pen of all things your personal
train-wreck will never cross
the trestle of privacy again
was it ever worth it ?
The secrets are all out ………….
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