a poem in my pocket

(NOT to be read aloud to the grandchildren)

i think…

humans are

badly bent

whether or

not we will

admit to this

strange urge to

throw a knife

jump off cliff

drive into tree

lay on tracks

leave family

torture cats

kick the dog

slash a tire

graffiti walls

start a fire

liar, liar!  pull

down pants, do

lewd dance, act

out proud, curse

out loud;  an

imagination

sick as that

needs to be

inoculated

from its own

dis-ease… i’m

on my knees

God help me,

please!

A confessional sort of poem shared with dVerse poets…