never enough soul

I have a thing for writing strange and
unusual things.

God created many of these.

some souls were condemned, born to be strapped and injected
with death.

some were sent to fight wars,
cowards were chosen to write about them
far away from it all

brave and fearful never created a decent art

I've once watched my car get towed
by the cops, all that soul caged for
thirty days and nights for 1,300 dollars.

I have continuously questioned my curiosity, sometimes starving in defeat,
my confidence strained,
fighting the word for its meaning
in a wrestle through the dictionary

I never had much drive to do what had to be done in my younger years
or that intelligence or the leadership
that needed to be had.
just arrogance.

tonight I wish to redeem that: I am
NOT
the all-knowing.

I repent. I repent.

I could of done better, of course.
but I don't have a good excuse for that, or a good reason. I blame no one for my starving curiosity
to be great.

politicians interest me for a control of power. the need to be heard,
a growing flower in the sun,
a star in the sky,
a leader to crucify

I have stumbled through many nights,
I've read the kings over and over.

I exaggerate and
rupture in the hot sun.

I am
space dust evolved on the planet earth.
I've read myself and cringed.

I've looked and harped
IMPOSTER IMPOSTER!!!

I have strange and unusual things
to say.

but never enough