pope with a home, outside of church

some things get old.

complaining about the same old things,

don't you ever change?

when dumbfounded take a step back,

retrace your aim for another shot,

i am dumbfounded, instincts, impulses,

not all need following, some things get old

so does this rhyme engine kicking in mid-flight

it's not purely to impress a reader,

fuck-a-reader

to lead you need a crystal clear vision

statement summed

they look at you like give me some

but my statements don't make a poem,

or a prose or a complete work,

they abruptly finish i'm left asking for more,

i envy writers, me, i'm not one,

used by god, it gets hard,

performance i'm accustomed to, showing a glimmer of him,

make non-believers believe, i'm good at it,

but at the end of the day i'm what i retreat to,

this equation i need to be a part of,

put god at the doorstep, i'm home but i'm homesick.