I get up
Tired of being lonely
I will no longer feel worthless
I will wash the grime from my face
Watch as I pave over my gutters
You will no longer see me curled up on a street corner
See me shed my parrot's clothing
Polly has had enough crackers
Hear me pound on my chest
I will be heard
My mind a trancendent perch
A place for eagles to rest
High above the tidy
Beyond insignificant drudgery
Apotheosis embodied within my lines
Words snatched from elongated yesterdays
I shed dreams not worthy of manifestation
Riches that never satiated
Screams that fell on severed ears
The man Slumped in the corner
Turns to dust
Scattered by the winds of change
He was
He never could be
Me
I originally titled the poem "I Get Up" I was inspired by a talented
young poet named Stephen Kearn after reading his poem "I Sit".
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