A Poem
I say
I do say
If I do say so myself.
Do you say?
Does who say?
If I say, I betray my stealth.
I am, a gamble
For lack of bettors
or just better
whether a writer, or mere typesetter.
I am, then
The best of of what the worst could be
The rest of what there used to be
The nest from which so few can see
Don’t waste your strength to get to me
Because there is no me, you see?
They say the most romantic men were genocidal
I say that most permanence is tidal
Truth, then what?
Truth, then what?!
When I say
What you say
It gets around
To you.
It does, but when?
In due time
In whose time?
Undoubtedly, a fool’s time.