Captivate

GOLDEN MEDALS AND BLUE INK

I'm sorry I can't write poetry-
Or really do anything special,
It's just that words tumble
Out of my mouth the speed of
Usain Bolt-

And they tumble and tumble
And bleed onto the paper
(Words aren't the aftermath of a pen)
They are the aftermath of
Words tumbling down.
Words bleed blue ink,
And black Times New Roman words,
Double spaced, size eleven.

And I'm sorry I won't amount to anything.
I'm intelligent, but isn't everybody?

(You don't answer)

You're  smart, a genius,
You're unemployed, homeless.

(Since when did being smart get you anywhere)

And I'll try to make it,
In a world of being everybody but yourself.

(Because it was a promise.)
I don't break promises.

But I'm sorry you can't add me to your trophy collections-
That I can't join the rows of golden - medal bodies lined up on your wall-

AND ALL I CAN DO IS WRITE POETRY-

My blood is blue ink, and so are my bones.

(I get sick of words,
But eventually, blue ink is all I am.