Evasion

I went lookin 4
Intimacy
I said… n found
Charming instead -
two bottles of it
d ‘cheap’ kind,
wat I cud afford.

Rantin over wat d market
offers wen it’s not
wat I want
I take it n e way
settle 4 second best,
compromise, accept.
I wud’n do it
I said
n did it n e way…
Profundity from a
bottle of cheap deo!

It’s not jus deo:
I do it all d time
I’v settled 4 d
comfort of ez poetry
instead of d necessary
xplicitness of prose
d spaces blanket
contours of truth
n wat I do, say, live,
give, is only half concealed
lumps of life half lived…

It’s d figure in bed…
I make u belive in poetic
lines dat its only pillows:
u pretend belief,
accept naively,
my half baked truth
of random instances…
I add too much chilly
U add too much salt,
both pretendin wisdom
wen neither’s old enuf
4 dat perfect blend
of patience from age unlived .