A lot of these poets need
More guitar and less thesaurus.
I think in order to be
A heart to heart writer
You’ve gotta be as charismatic
As a great violinist, or perhaps
Fucking anybody honestly
They even let what’s his face
Call himself a musician.
Anyway music and poems are
One in the same. They are lovers
Historians would call them best friends
I call them songs to my grandfather
Like an error I was thrown on this earth
A writing, whistling woman and
The World Wide Web knows me as a
Hot transgender mess.
I wonder if it is possible
To be the best at something
When you’ve lost faith in yourself more than you’ve
Lost the beat, dropped the rhythm.
I wonder if it’s possible
To write something you can feel
As much as I can. Perhaps music
Is still the best for that
Perhaps persistence gives me
Freedom to practice in a way
The cowards never try.