talent

You have asked me how I know.

My mother-cleaning,

looks up to frown.

But how do you know it's any good?

How do you know you have a talent?

What money, what stability hangs in the balance?

Tell me I care!

What glamour is there in eating?

No glamour but to stay under bridges for sleeping!

See, I know.

I know from the kingdom of sighs.

I know from the moor, burst tires, separate hills.

I know and I know like only truth knows

that words are potent

like crack

a token

to fall through to my mouth from the sky-

filled with angered sighs

that possesses our heavens and want for our pride.

I know, beyond me

I know,

go gold when wrote.

And I know, unrequited,

I stand alone.

No, I never won in life.

Never won in sex.

I was never loved for more than a night.

But the writer, I walk out beyond the sundered past,

poetry beats in my hand-a stolen heart.