Where First The Eyes May Go Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Why do my poems to you sound similar?
With a familiarity?
I have heard that before.
And long ago that has been explored.

All of them are unique and quite different.
You just perceive them not to be that way.
Because my name just happens to appear,
On everything I write.

At the end of my expressions.
My name on them I leave.
And it is not the varying messages.
But it is the prolificness I deliver.
And it is the appetite I delight.
That might offend you and dislike.

Who knows when one reads.
Where first the eyes may go.
Are you reading my additions?
Or are you counting my submissions?
There is a difference.
If this difference is admitted.