APPLICANT

the confetti remnants of self incrimination
lyrical content in cross reference
self made mind of borrowed ideas
a memory lapse
an idle hand
a slip of the tongue
allow me to paraphrase the vibe
I am a thief and a liar
are there any better qualifactions for being a poet?

foaming at the eyeballs
lieing in wait on a cornered market
caught in the slapback ripples of retrospect
I spill the beans, I lose my lunch
she displays with pride her pierced lung

I applaude in my diminished capacity
are your souls callous enough to walk in my shoes
machine gun fairy god mother earth tone
sound bite marks on the back page
the rhythmic devicivness of brutalitarian necrocessity
anestitize my extremeties
because I sometimes get distracted
and my vision is a blur
a slur
a whisper
something mumbling
I'm sorry
I didn't mean it

- Marvin Scott Marvin, 1994