this may actually be the first complete piece i've written this year, and it's certainly my first piece posted here in a while. thanks for the challenge, raz, i needed it
self-portrait
i do not watch,
i examine.
but i have no control
of my attention.
instead of eating, i feed.
i paint poorly, can't draw
worth a damn. i prefer
to use words as colors.
i'm all ajitter, distracted
by somewhere i should have
already been.
if i stop mid-sentence,
my mind moved
to the fourth next topic.
twice a day i dose
to keep from learning
division by zero.
i'm the hummingbird
doing bee's work,
an unkept and empty promise.
i talk too much, and i
have so much trouble with endings.
i obsess till shrill with worry
over what should have been said
even after an irrelevant conversation.
i do not watch, i examine.
but i have no control.
when alone i find myself
preparing explanations
as if about to be caught.
i talk too much, and i
have so much trouble
with endings.
what i painted was a lens.
or a flawed mirror
that only reflects
midnight blue.
so much trouble.
spinkle 2006