Get off your ass
and tell these people
something,
anything you fool,
say the dust has collected
in the corners and
the leaves are lining the gutters
and the birds don’t care for your poetry
Say that your brain has
holes in it and cannot,
could not hold the water.
Say it, fool!
I know you want to.
Squeeze it out
of the dirty rag
and wipe
your brow with your angst
until
the birds sing again.
david michael jackson August 5, 2012