THE PAIN OF POETRY
TO PLEASE THE LIVING
WE BUILD MONUMENTS
TO HONOR THE DEAD
IN THE WAKE OF OUR MORTUARIES
WE CRY FOR PEACE
NO MORE VIOLENCE
PAIN
HORROR OR DEATH
YET WE CONTINUE
TO STRENGTHEN OUR ARMS
WE GO TO CHURCH
SO WE CAN LEARN
TO LOVE OUR NEIGHBOR
WE THEN GO HOME
AND LOCK AND BOLT
OUR DOORS AND WINDOWS
WE SIT IN REFLECTIVE SILENCE
AND LISTEN
TO THE SOUNDS OF OTHERS
WE MOCKINGLY CRITICIZE
THE HYPOCRITES
THEN GO TO WORK
AND TALK OF LUST
THE CUTE LITTLE SECRETARY
WITH A NICE BUST
WE COME HOME TO OUR SPOUSE
BRINGING GIFTS OF LOVE
SOMETIMES PEARLS
OUR INNER WORLD GROWS
WITH BOYS AND GIRLS
WE TELL THEM WHAT IS RIGHT
AND WHAT IS WRONG
TO DO AS WE SAY
NOT AS WE DO
TO LOVE THY NEIGHBOR
AND HONOR THY PARENTS
TO PRAY FOR PEACE
AND A GOOD DEFENSE
THE BALD-HEADED MAN
WITH CANCER AND CANE
HOBBLES ACROSS THE PARKING LOT
TRYING TO FIND SOMETHING
TO COPE WITH THE PAIN
SOME CRY
SOME WRITE
SOME LIVE IN MISERY FOR THE PAIN
SOME WANT IT
JUST FOR THE RELIEF FROM IT
WITH LOVE
WE SET UP FOR THE PAIN
HATE AND HURT
TWO WEEKS TURNS INTO TWO YEARS
WE HOLD ONTO THE PAIN
SO WE CAN CUM WITH RELIEF
AN ADDICTION
WE SEE THE DARKNESS BY CHOICE
AND IT IS GOOD FOR THE PEN
THE LIZARD KING IS DEAD
AND MR. MOJO’S NOT RISIN’
HE KNOWS THE FEELING
AND THE PHYSICAL FORM
THOUGH HE ESCAPED IT
HE DIDN’T
HE LEFT IT FOR ME
THE PAIN OF POETRY
Lon Casler Bixby is a professional photographer and published author in various genres: Fiction, Poetry, Humor, Photography, & Comic Books.
You can see some of his photography here — www.whileyouweresleeping.photography/ and here — www.neoichi.com/.
See his writing here — www.amazon.com/author/loncaslerbixby/.
