confessional poem #8

[constantine]

hi! it's me again
ready to spill my guts
for your reading pleasure
and boy, do i have a story to tell
drugs, lust, betrayal
the old double-cross squared
grifter shit, driven by circumstance
necessity and wantoness-ness
some weirdo sexual deviancy
that even i can't understand
the list goes on and on
stuff you probably wouldn't believe
and therein lies the problem
once you read this and come to understand
the stygian depths of this scoundrel poet
how could you ever believe a word of what he says?
it's like the confession renders the confession void
the truth negates the truth - ipso facto!
so why the fuck do it in the first place

[stilltrucking]

I find my own truth in your poems


thank you

[constantine]

i'm always glad when you like it, jack. thank you

[the mingo]

[saw]

vintage dino.....loved the "confessional series"....read them all at dino's sister nina's house for a celebration of life....miss that guy

[jackofnightmares]

Tonight I could really use that book. I hope the work goes well. I am so stupid about poetry. Dino could say it so succinctly while I stumble about it with so many words.