Barrock

I don't care only
who could have read me
I don't care either
who can come to read me

sometimes I write poetry
Poets sometimes write
poetry most of the time

and I don't care
the open-closed door
the door has no will
poetry does not know truths
poetry will contribute on its own

the door closes on
many vanities
I want
you to swear that you love me
and that for love you don't swear

knock on the door
read me the writing
write my poetic name
at the door you open

rhyming my name
with the passing light
under the door
that I deal with everything
that no longer matters.


PAR