09-06-12 Dirty Naked Lust

I could sit here
and write bad poems
all day long

Without any meaning
or inspiration
or attention to detail

And you would never
know the difference
or even ever care

Because you don't read
the poems I write
from deep inside my heart

But I can't stop
the words from flowing
in the moment of conception

So open up
the forbidden pages
of my old notebook

Then sit at home
and write your own pages
from deep inside your heart