Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

'This'...
Does not come as quick.
As picking up a pen.
To think of something that begins.
...

Although my comments were specifically stated.
A comprehension that was mentioned,
Relayed an unrelated message much foreign to mine.
And when I made attempts to correct this,
...

Get me back,
On that right track
Baby.
I kept myself delayed,
...

I am so grateful,
That your perceptions of who I am...
Has nothing to do with me at all.
And who it is I know myself to be.
...

You will find me.
And when you do,
I will be as intriguing to you,
As an interlude.
...

Offbeat but a rhythm keeps,
Doing what it should.
With a doing that it could be...
Offbeat,
...

That beat.
Sometimes I lose that beat.
That natural beat that's in me.
And my...
...

It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
...

Big, bigger, bigger, big, big, big!
Big are they in the making,
Of a raucous that disrupts.
And...
...

They are aweful,
Disgusting and despicable creatures.

'Your children or mine? '

Not ours.
...