WHY DO YOU RUN FROM MY POEM?

Why do you run from my poem?

In it, you can be fulfilled.

In my poem you can never be

Misunderstood or killed.

You love photographs?

But in these photographs you come across as self-willed.

Poetry is trending—poetry is the new way

For one to get attention. What do you say?

In my poem you can never die.

Look, there is no evil eye—

In my poem no false eye stares you down

As you look fake in your red makeup,

Or moan in your stiff white gown.

You will be glorious in my poem. You will never die.

You will be hidden from every monster

And look pretty when you cry.

Why do you run from my poem?

Things will turn out well.

I control everything. The heaven of your being

Avoiding the grasp of hell.

What I say goes. Nothing else gets in

To change my poem—or ruin your skin.

You want to look good? You will never look better.

I can make you beautiful

With a word, or grace you with a letter.

You reside here, where there are no tombs.

Lillys on the hills surround your life.

There are roses in your rooms.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2 Comments

  1. January 30, 2016 at 9:56 pm

    “Lillies”, surely.

    • thomasbrady said,

      January 31, 2016 at 2:05 pm

      Duncan, I must be referring to the Lilly drug fortune family.

      The flower and first name have one “L” and I’ve always spelled it with two. One “L” looks wrong to me.

      I was, as is my habit, out of my mind when I wrote the poem.

      I’ll consult my editor. ( my mother)

      And I thank you.

      Tom


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