Dear Enemy

Dear Enemy

in my winter of discontent

I wrote you a bantam poem

so that you may dance

but

it was stolen from my desk

lifted from a thinking woman’s

pile of un-sated beliefs

I imagine the guileful culprit

will recite the pejorative nouns

with profound fatigue and regret

whatever the ceremony

my faithful mandate of polarized

ideologies always handled with aplomb

reactionary attempts to deconstruct

spoken in some pinched narrow voice

enacted with priggish mannerisms

your poem

on loving a man with a particular quality

tolerating his unrefined imperfections

and turning to him for unbridled advice

is really about how we compromise

and continually manipulate each other

a typewritten archive carefully measured

in a fatalistic rhythm aptly proportioned

reverence

the unfortunate verity of its disappearance

means your poem remains anonymous

in the sustaining circumstance of privacy

intimacy shared

intimacy denied

imbued with a sense of irrational longing

my trusted voice denied its target audience

stolen by the enemy

stolen for spite

by someone who does not think you

                warrant the attention

**

It's Open Heart Forgery open mic night!  It's hot as Hades around these parts so hanging out at the Spring Garden Library might be a little bit sweaty but I'm looking forward to mingling with writers and maybe read a  poem or two if I'm for it.  I'll have a bit of time to kill between the end of the work day and the event so I'll likely drown myself in ice water and try and scarf down a bit of dinner.  I am still feeling a bit of left over elation from Matt's show on Sunday.  I love it when the good feelings linger.

Not much else to report except I just ate a really sweet apple and it seemed to have quenched my thirst for the time being and I'm 3/4 done my crossword.  Not to bad for my Monday (your Tuesday) eh?

Stay cool, kids.

In propinquity,

Nic