fool for hire
there’s something wriggling deep inside
your cavernous subconscious.
a feeling! but your stubborn pride
swallows that vulnerable vomit.
if we could just explode with tears
and screams of self expression,
we wouldn’t live with all these fears,
i’ll offer you a simple gift:
a genuine connection.
i’ll listen close while you exist
and write a poem of your transgressions.