I Confess of Poetry straight from the Heart,
So filled with Love and all it\'s drapery.
The Routine fare inked down the Centuries,
All Candyfloss and Perfumed Velvet prose.
Its all there in Words that Shame or Amuse,
To keep within a locked Silk laden Box,
Or Cast in the Grate for flames to consume.
Would you see my draft of seething Old Wounds?
The furtive long days locked in the Shadows?
Spewing out the Heart and all it\'s Secrets?
The Soul laid bare for the \'Daws to Peck at\' ?
And what ! would your thoughts be to such folly,
Is he a Man of Invaluable worth,
Or a Crazy Lovelorn Sipid old Fool ?