To be more me, with
Less effort to be what I ought
Or what might be more impressive.
Tempting, those are. Always.
A waste though, in the end.
Sometimes, I figure that out
Quickly. Sometimes, not.
Disappointing, when I realize I gave in. Again.
Should it be difficult (to write what I know)?
What am I fighting , against, that
Injects artifice so insistently?
Only what I know, always.
I always know the way to a good
Fishpond, no matter where I am.
That’s not supposed to be funny, but
It kinda is. Who starts there,
When they talk about
What they “know?”
Me (Truth? Yes. Okay then.). Start there I will.
I know more than a few
Good books…and good records too.
Truth that too. More later, okay?