Ode To Ginsberg
I sit and write because I think I am,
Craziness has an importance, and I’m not
leaning too much towards the normal side,
for me to make a difference,
Leave a print.
I need to not care and then create.
Be whatever persona they choose for me.
They like that kind of thing, the norms.
One of which, I am not.
Nor am I bohemian, cool, or part of the bourgeoisie.
I’m not clever enough to find the right words for this,
so I make them up and check later,
Knowing I will not check later but leave it,
It’s how I feel at the time, it’s my art,
It’s the way it is, just so.
So where, is this
I hear me cry,
I’m a liar
And nothing more.
Kirsty ‘Mad Eye’ McIntosh