Matt Caliri Poet Free verse

How To Poop On Your Own Poem

Touching on the silver glow.
When you touch it,
You'll know it.
It's designed to keep
You running back.
This Spiritual snack.
Keeping you open for attack,
As you sink back into the
World, askew and absconded,
Trying to conjure
Between worried wait:
The Science of the mind
And the love we thought we'd find.

Point me towards the house I will live in.
Let me punch in the numbers and access the pin.
I've guessed wrong more times than I can count.
But beyond the hill, they say, is a silver glow 
Of limitless amount.

But don't take my word for it.
A little bird turd me about it.

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Hiba Junaid May 27, 2024 at 2:03 AM LMAO i wheezed- this is really great. good job as always <3 Matt Caliri May 27, 2024 at 1:30 PM Thanks for sharing your response. Sometimes if I feel myself getting too hoity-toity I self-detonate the poem's somber tone. Whether good or bad it's just what happens and feels right for me. Thanks for liking this one, was nervous no one would take to it.