You can keep you dirty power,
I don’t want it !
Keep it and please, stop wagging it under my nose !
I know you’re unable to hear this, but I — don’t– want — it : it makes me nauseous.
So, if you don’t want to suffer the sight of my acidity staining your lustrous pointed shoes,
I recommend you stop at once waving it at my face !
Since it appears you really can’t get any of this,
I will pretend through it all, and everything will be just fine.
So turn your greasy bovine eyes away from me.
Let me keep pretending all is well,
Through the pains of stingy pikes in the stomach.
Stop adding your raspy voices in the rotten mix.
Emotion and silence suit me fine.
And inner life keeps me going.
But the breadth of my heart,
The joyful canyons I dive in
The silky oceans where I sail,
For centuries ahead,
Remain concealed to you.
And when I walk in sadness, like the cold
Of a damp Autumn night,
You will not hear my song.
And when, in a ghost-like absence,
I cross the endless scenes
On your coffin stages,
You won’t feel the pulsing
Sharpness of my life.
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