• Is it youthful ambition that fuels me
    and has me ready with a new poem every April morning,
    at least a few hours ahead of Henzbo
    without fail
    systematically, I write in red ink
    irradically, I continue to think
    about snapped ideals and crooked paths that brought me
    to this place
    and they drip slowly from the tip of a broken Bic onto a ripped leaf of paper
    and the radiation i project into the brains of an eager audience
    is as toxic as chinese toothpaste
    but if you take it in small doses, it'll give you superpowers
    and not those walk-on-walls, talk-to-fish ones,
    but the power to inspire
    and cause this whole state to perspire even more than usual
    So maybe if I give you a transfusion of talent, it'll be enough
    to make the ground shake between us
    and if I trade you a drop of my passion
    for an ounce of your lyrical skill,
    maybe we could do something worth doing
    because currently, we are pleading poetry to the "lysdexic" masses
    to no avail
    so let's set sail to something better
    this race will be a close one
    without original beauty to replace original sin,
    the finish line will diminish what's mine and yours
    we are so far off course
    my initial point was that a cage will only make a lion lazy
    and that just an inch of leash can transform a maltese into a rottweiler
    if that puppy can muster the courage to take a mile
    So I leave you with this:
    are you the maltese,
    or a lioness?