The Tool
Dave Oakes
Some people call me a romantic
Many people call me a fool
They say my poems mean nothing
Or that I try to use them as a tool.
I’m not quite sure about the romantic
But I probably am quite the fool
I am no master of form or style
My writing was not learned at school.
What I write comes from somewhere inside me
In a place I don’t really know how to find
It seems to find me whenever it sees
Something overwhelmingly horrible or kind.
Then it completely takes over my body
My left hand takes on a life of it’s own
I seldom even know what it is writing down
Until I reread what my left hand has grown.
So I don’t think I use my poetry for an end
I think it uses me as a kind of means
To give itself life to try to describe how it feels
And help visualize the pictures in the scenes.
