My poetry sets me back <br />into my compulsions <br />Deep within the womb of my mystery <br />into the envelope of my hidden life <br />a perilous journey <br />the music much sought-after <br />and much maligned <br /> <br />A recycled second-guessing <br />of ever-clichéd attitudes <br />wrapped into a trimmer form <br />of expression <br />drawn up into a piece <br />of my very flesh <br /> <br />Then draw my words <br />and spread my blood and bones <br />across this surgeon’s table <br />Then wash it down and prepare <br />for the next patient <br /> <br />My poetry lies unknown <br />to me still <br />Can you know <br />me better?<br /><br />Tom Courtney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-my-poetry/
