Never Have I Ever

Never Have I Ever

by Cam M. Roberts

No sir, No ma’am,
I am
neither Wordsworth
nor Whitman.

I can’t say that I’ve called on the spirits to help my cause,
and to take things even further, I’m almost sure
that I’ve never
spoken every thought
into existence – the epitome
of my desires – with conviction,
with words out of thin air, except on the off chance
the morning would gold foil through
the window in the style
of il conformista 

I remember those shadowy stripes.

The slits of half-closed blinds
laid bare across lovers – And now, I write.

Seldom do I ever notice the majority of silence, and it’s quite rare
for me to feel so inflated, as if I belong
to the law of diminishing returns,
accessible, and yet not given a second thought –
Significance has an off-season.

Convection of mutterings
do come to me – stirred-up, spit-ridden, and fibrous as dust –
surrendering like a fuel source,
fallen into
burning –

It’s as ready as a Valkyrie,
and sails steadier than turbines to the wind,

I often see it:
The deus ex machina of day.

Some may consider it a waste –
but they will never say it is a secret.

 

© CMR, 2012
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About Cam M. Roberts

Actor, Writer & Poet. WFU '12. NCSSM '08.
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