I am – 

A late night poem; 

A conflict of interests, 

Jumbled on paper, 

Telling untold tales,

To a half listening world – 

I am;

A prodigy and a parody, 

Who scribbles about a stranger, 

Stranger still to himself. 

Found by wiser men, 

Who find value,

In Crumpled up pages, 

Tossed and tattered, 

Unfolded and read. 

I am a sum of my possibilities,

A confession, 

Of past sins and misdemeanours,

A bridegroom, 

In an abandoned church. 

Kevin Brown © 24.09.2016