I made mistakes and I was panned for it…..

they never let me forget….

it changed the way 

I talked and I developed a twitch…..

whatever confidence I had is surely gone by now..as if 

any of you could remember the fall or what they liked to call my fall…

that thing I did or 

supposedly wrote that was somehow divined to have been the end of me…

yet here I remain….

maybe a bit broken but unended nevertheless…

was it as bad for you as it was for him ?

or her? 

or for anybody else?

did you not take stock of what was right? 

what was proper?

what was poetic ? 

what was just? 

and yet reject me all the same? 

disavow me all the same ?

not that I would count on the tenderness of a stranger 

or the soul of one who claims to be the

voice of the soulless…

the pen of the classless..

the justice of the right poets or even the righter

artists……and engineers…prophets and entertainers…

the mouth that speaks for all the people 

and yet the people themselves say a resounding NO !! 

applause? bravos? 

a ticket to obscurity

…. the destination at the end of the world…

a place where no one forgets…

where there is a room

…a single dimly lit lamp…

a small bed and a window that looks out onto the nothingness…

the end 

of the world