Poems from Jacob Burdette
Poetry is not the window to the soul.
It is the soul.
The Self.
I'm not what you perceive,
I'm what I write.
You see me in one light....
Today I watched your videos
just to help me remember.
The way your fingers caress each key,
I’ve never before longed to become a piano...
We can't all be Kreon,
There has to be an Oedipus.
Close your eyes, don't blind them.
Jocasta's brooches, irridescent;
caecus, can you...
My poetry isn't for you,
It never was.
When I lie next to,
Sweat glistening on my skin,
The smell of freedom and ecstasy
Pervading the...
At first I was not, then I was.
Experiencing as a newborn does,
Identityless, but a solipsist.
The paradox, Prometheus.
And then I found...