Date: Sat May 29 22:47:39 2004
From: Ynot?
Subject: Every poem comes with a special gift

Shackled to his heart I am
like a barnacle on crazy glue
adhesive strongly bound
and out of bounds of reason
and common sense

I sense him everywhere even
when he is nowhere near
me. Images and smells mostly
inhabit my body and imagination

It begins with a gin and tonic
stupor that leaves me with
a toxic grin. Every thought
a sin. I wake with my shirt singed.

Singing songs of liberation is
the most vile aberration. I
can't give a commedation
when every verse burns in my immolation
Nations apart we now are
How did you get so far?

• Every poem comes with a special gift by Ynot? on Sat May 29 22:47:39 2004