It's not really revised. I just wanted to add a new poem, and I've bumped up against my PoetBay quota.


Gift, revised

I must live within my means, and have,
I guess, since I was poor. I am not now,
But what I want is modest. I wear simple
Clothes. I do not drive a fancy car. I eat
The food that I prepare, so, sometimes,
I am satisfied with what we have, our
Stunted love, a thing which is, but can't
Be known, and one I doubt that you'd
Admit, despite your joy in seeing me,
And mine when I am close to you,
And I'm aware that, in this state, you'd
Never let me bring you baubles. My
Proclaimed affection is the only thing
That I can give, and I see you've accepted
It, a modest gift from one of two
Within a stunted love.


I'd Like to be Myself Again

At this point, I'd be pleased to have her
Slip from mind so easily, so frequently,
As she evades possession by my eyes.
I'd like to be myself again, the one who's
Overcome with anger; he who's on a
Highway, on his bike at supersonic
Speed, and will not stop until he's
Passed a time zone, passed out, drunk,
Inside a room in any chain motel,
And, up at dawn and, shaking, pouncing
At a tablet brought along, pronouncing
His disgust, his lack of faith in almost
Everything. Instead, I prowl the hallways
Here, meek as if I am a mouse, and I
May be because I cannot force her
Out of mind.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-03-28 at 23:36

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