ReaderInterpretation – Reveries That I Call Poetry

Inside “Joke”

I know this sounds strange,
but I’ve said it anyway.
What now? The act is done.
You’ve read it, and that alone
makes you aware of an in-joke.
The joke’s on the lyrist.
But still, he writes verses.

I know this doesn’t sound any better,
but I’ve written it anyway.
Take it or leave it, the act is done.
Words are symbols, before any meaning.
That’s the spirit—are you leaning or steering?
Would you expect me to toe the lines?
I own my winding lines.

Done Right?

“Did I read that right?
Is it what you had written,
or echoes of my mind?”

It’s that what I did write.
For writers don’t just inscribe on paper;
they engrave words into minds,
only if (if only?) they are strong-willed.

“But, writer (lucky bastard!),
your persona warrants your safety
while your words break people’s heart.”