momma / poet
my Reading at pen + brush nyc!!!
POEM OF THE MONTH
There is no free pass in this newborn dawn
whether it be blue black or gold green
it's all hard work
it's all humbling.
This is the new me you see
the better one; the reinvented
the not so scary, beary one
The one that doesn’t yell at the kids
the one that doesn't cry in the car
saying, why me, God, why?
This one's got pills
this one's got a friend that listens
so very patiently
every single goddamn week for
five - count ‘em five whole years of
Wednesdays at one.
Where would you rather be -
chatting with Freud just for fun?
This new time’s got a choke on me
tisn’t easy being in the world now
as a member, not an inmate
My own warden.
My own crawl through a pipe of sewage
a Shawshank Redemption;
the murderer was you old foe
So fuck you -
I’m Tim Robbins.