a tepid reaction
to the words I speak,
an awkward silence
distant stares
misunderstood
(or worse)
understood…
I formulate
new words
to retrieve
lost dignity
it’s not like
I’ll lose any sleep
over it,
but, you know,
what if I
write about it
and then I read it
and I feel
a touch guilty
about it
and it ruins
my chi,
my utopian life,
my meditation,
my yang,
my fucking positivity?
I’m getting too old
for this,
I really need to
smarten up
why?
why?
why?
do I say stupid things??
Video
Notes
- You ever say something you shouldn’t? And trying to make amends only makes it worse. Yeh, me neither! 😂
- This was originally a short poem (up to “lost dignity” & the last couple of lines), then I started a poetry reading of it and the middle part popped out and it needed music…and drawings…and a video.
Written: October 2020