My Lust
by Larry Moore
Many different people
Lust for a multitude
Of different things
Some lust for power—
Needing to control others
In order to appear wonderful.
Some lust for material—
Having to control monetary means
In order to appear comfortable inside their own skin
That is then,
Of course,
Covered by material again.
Others lust after lust—
In an attempt to control
The feelings
That they hold of themselves
But,
Inside of me
What dwells
Is a lust for freedom,
A lust to write.
On one hand
They have commercials that
Go something like:
Luxury Sudan-$70,000
New Watch (diamonds included)-$2,423 don’t forget the .75
Solid white gold brooch-$1,882.12
Bring it to the wifey in a horse drawn coach
Meaningful conversation would be priceless
But she’s a little upset that her brooch was iceless…
On my hand
Pair of new all whites-$84.64 (plus S&H)
Pack of pencils (erasers included)-$3 nine pennies
Pack of paper-$1.06
A love poem that makes my Queen smile-
You can’t put a price on that because it’s non-perishable
Words induce eternal mental shelf-life and
Will never be forgotten at
The bottom of a jewelry box
So,
All I ask is that you give me
Freedom.
Keep your manmade kingdoms
Because they perish
At the bottom of boxes
Like long forgotten golden pieces do
In my house
Instead of crystal chandeliers
Light in the halls will resonate from laughter
And to those tones
I will write history into existence
And imbed upon it
A hope for the future
GIVE ME
MY PEN
Simply
Allow me to pour out what is within.
And any trying to withhold
The freedom that is mine…
Regret will follow them
Because I will
Shake these very foundations
With my speech.
I will take what I seek
And leave a path laden
With inflamed opposing minds
Due to this
Refined poetic technique—
--
Now take that shit to the jeweler
Tell him something to that effect
He will not give you what you came for
Because it is not rightfully yours
Speak something similar
To the car dealer
He will smirk
Pat you on the back
And tell you to get the hell out
But I shall have
What I demand
Because it belongs to me
So,
I say
GIVE ME MY PEN
And taste the words
That result
Smile at their spice
Give me lead spouted by plastic
Ink spouted with power
And I shall have my freedom
And with it
Enrich the lives of others
And you there…
Yes you—
What plans are there
For you and your materials
To execute?
All I need is my freedom
So there in lies my lust