Gabhriel Londe Poems
|1.||A Real Crazy Person||8/24/2013|
|2.||No Safe Words||8/28/2013|
|5.||I See You||9/6/2013|
|6.||Walk The Yard||9/14/2013|
|7.||When Boog Went Bust||2/7/2014|
|8.||Osage Beach (Here We Come)||6/28/2012|
|9.||An Evening In Some Poet's Den (A Title Poem)||2/7/2014|
|10.||All Of It||2/7/2014|
|11.||Life Is Tough Everywhere||2/7/2014|
|12.||The Free-Form Poet's Sedoka||2/7/2014|
|13.||A Fight Well Fought Is Not Always Won||6/27/2012|
|14.||It Is Night||6/28/2012|
|15.||Resentment As The End||6/28/2012|
|16.||At A Writer's Workshop||6/28/2012|
At A Writer's Workshop
The stained dark beige walls stare at me.
They think they know me,
So they start to close in
To get a better look,
And I tell them to back off.
They don't know me,
No one in this room knows me,
But they think I am a poet.
I might be,
But I'm not even sure that I am.
What makes them so sure
That my front can be trusted?
If I hit the arrogant, foolish girl next to me
Over the head with her stack of half-used notebooks,
Will they then see me as something
Closer to who I am?
There are some poets
That would do ...
A Real Crazy Person
“Who are you here to see? ”
The aging 40-year-old woman asked me
From across the small waiting room.
I told her which doctor
And she nodded and shut up
For a minute or so.
“What are you here for? ”
“I’m here to make sure I’m real, ”