Poetically Un-normal
By the un-normal poet
I’m standing before a blank page
Blank mind looking back from the stage
The stage replete with pretenders
Pretenders not far from a rage
The fire escape dripping in rain
Still dripping on links from the chains
Chains that have bound all that’s tender
While tenderness searches in vain
If time could stand still within space
Within all the truth that’s displaced
Displacing the love in surrender
Surrendering lines on my face
If I could pen words in the clay
Some words from a poet’s café
Poetry rhymed to remember
Remembering dawns when you stayed
Michael 33
Copyright © 2015 All Rights Reserved
Momentary Lapse Of Sanity 