First Good Poem-Post Grad School

Since leaving grad school, not my choice, a year too early, I've been writing a lot of poetry again. Rather than hold it in, my feelings that is, I've decided to publish what I've been thinking about over the course of time that has passed. I welcome your remarks as always, but if you're a troll, I will ban you, mark my words; it will be done. In the future posts, I will be mixing it up a bit, featuring poems I wrote during grad school and post grad school. Here is, what I believe, the 1st good poem I have written, post grad school.

Character Actor

I am talking about burning bridges

Bridges I built and those about to come down.

My fault? Theirs.

I don’t know. I can’t feel them because living inside this glass house you can’t feel much, only see their lives as they let you.

That’s something I never try to do.

Try to do with purpose.

Honest, I didn’t mean it; it was an accident, a little voice rings in my ears

Good enough, let others do the burning if they must

Let themselves snap each other into two

Let them come crawling back, come crying out for you

Make them miss you

Make them beg you for mercy

Let them tell you they are sorry

Slipping inside and outside of character, that’s what traveling is for, the wise old man once said.

You can be what you want without batting an eye

You can be that fellow, girl and guy and wake up with a hangover and clap your hands

I think I need a change.

Like tires that have gone flat

I need a change before I become like that.

(written June 6, 2015)