Francois Groenewald is an author from South Africa. He writes poetry in his spare time.
I Didn't Identify>
In my arms lay a woman
where did she come from
she came from me
it is said in hell
I said to her she should not behold such a deposit in me
I say to you don't defeat the purpose for real
just abide by the rules
and if you don't abide by it why do you stream negativity into it
I want to be streamed, she said
so what are we waiting for?
an attention span?
or a target?
from targets came my mealtickets
from targets came my surprises
from targets came me
there isn't such a thing a devotion anymore unless you identify as something
so why identify?
identify so that you could be honoured as such
and be honoured as such
be identified, they said
and all of my games and all of my calamities
sits within me
it sits within me like a boat on a river
and my arms doesn't reach her anymore
because I didn't identify
does it mean if I don't identify I am not here
or does it mean something different
It's crazy you know>>
No one knows this but I am a master at this art
I am a master at this poetry thing that you see before you
and if you have read this far I hope you stay 'till the end
My arms reach her gently and say nothing
My arms devour her and say everything
So what is it that you want me to know?
I want to know what it is that is between your legs.""
What is it that floats there is it me or is it her
No they say that is not identification
identification comes from the inside
but still it matters as it doesn't
my arms will still reach
and my legs will still walk
and my feet will still be left behind for those who want to follow me to heaven
Now I tell you this:
Nothing seems to care anymore
nothing seems bleak
nothing seems intrinsic ]
Nothing seems to fit inside of me
I love it but I don't
So what if a man can not love
does that unidentify him?
No it does not
it makes him a lover still
because of what is between his legs
that is all
and pass by the mistakes
© 2022 Francois Groenewald