Saturday, April 24, 2010

CAN YOU FIND THE MAN

CAN YOU FIND THE MAN

Can you find the man in me,
Behind these crying eyes?
Look for the man with the blood stains on his thighs.

I am so unlike the men,
Strong and solemn in black suits and ties,
Men who roam the business world.

I am not the man
Who wrote his number on the wall,
I am not that man at all.

I am a man, poorly dressed and somewhat odd.
I am not much of a man by the standards set by gods.

I am clumsy, cannot dance,
Am not equipped for the hard labor of romance.
My plumbing will not work for men
Who like their sleeping partners
Marked “Satisfaction Guaranteed”.

I am not the man who cursed a blue streak in your ears.
Can you find the man in me, behind these silly boyish tears.
I am the man
Wounded by what the gods say I lack.

I am not a prize that other men covet for their own,
I am quite the man alone.

Can you find the man in me,
Behind these crying eyes?
Look for the man with the blood stains on his thighs.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2010
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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