Poetry

I'm surrounded by Poetry  
I've loved or kicked in the knee
had grapes with at midnight
if it hadn't left yet
 
If you are a poet then you'll know
you are ready for the Poem  
it will happen twice in your Life
 
Once at a very clean meadow
when God lets go of your body
and your hymen is broken  
bleeding out Poetry  
 
You know you don't have to finish  
your story then, everyone knows
you can't fly a plane
that your mother has champagne
for words while you prefer blood  
 
They'll shun your madness  
as contagious, as though the Poem
could reach out and breath  
its disease into their normality  
 
They won't say your name  
or dance with your ruby slippers
you're alone with the pets of the moon
whispering something sad to yourself  
like your favorite brother died  
 
You'll wish you were near something  
on any night to assuage loneliness  
the deafening buyou, even grief too  
 
Until you marry solitude  
and live happily.  
 
I cannot tell you of the second time
as it hasnt happened yet.  
 
But if you're a Poet, then you know
you feel it vibrating in your bones
like a freight train on the edge of town
 
You're a lamb trapped in headlights
and they ain't no super hero can stop it  
in its tracks before it parts your thighs  
 
Because your names on its delivery ticket.