richard ilnicki Poems
Multiple Personality Disorder
When the mysterious'They' finally do decide
to administer the necessary tests,
questions as quizzes
designed to trip me up,
or better yet to expose me,
they come away bewitched, bothered and bewildered.
My answers don't add-up
to that which is considered normal.
It appears I am on the cusp
balanced precariously between in and out.
I have given two sets of completely different answers
to the very same questions,
and since I am not bi-polar
they assume I must be suffering
from a multiple personality disorder.
Based on my horoscope
The Quintessential Poem
Somewhere a poem resides hidden
beneath a coat of many colors, rainbow's pot of gold
on either end.
It is complete, lacking nothing
and contains every line ever written.
It lives beyond the sight and grasp
of mortal man.
Perhaps it has been weaved silver-threaded
into the liquid air of kinetic enegy.