Between what you don’t know
And what I can’t see
We’re the least informed duo
In history
We are **** ******* cool, though
Admittedly

I’m sorry, mister
But it don’t be
Like that for me
You and I cannot be
And I shouldn’t have to feel sorry
But you have tried so earnestly
And I perceive you tenderly
Mostly

Poetry doesn’t have to be wordy

If I ever find where I’m going
I hope it’s a nice place

As far as fools go
I’m one of the best
Usually I’m pretty bright
It’s only to you
I be the fool
Some primal urge
To bow and purge
Adorations, speculations
Whatever comes to soul
I have the urge to let you know
You ignite fire all around
Raze debris right to the ground
And now new growth is found
Rich, volcanic stew
All because of you

I won hundreds of times on the way to that loss
And time was all it cost

The problem with you
Still got that same attitude
You had at sixteen
You’re a man living in between
Incorrigible to some imaginary
Enemy
When will you see
It’s within thee?