Monday, 16 January 2017

take the almond roca and tell tabitha to stick it...

i was advised
a while back to name
my ugly inner critic
you know the one
that constantly
tells you -- you are not
good enough -- the one
that states there is nothing
in this world that you are
going to be able to do properly
like -- EVER!

well tabitha
-- i refuse to allow
you to conquer my soul!!!

whatever poems
come from me will house
the possibility of a wonderful
future -- not something that will
end up in my waste paper basket
with all the other discarded
parchments

for now
i have the confidence
to tell you to go right
to hell -- you've been
exorcised from my soul
and that's how you shall
remain -- in prison
cell shackled
to a ball of poison