Poem: Beginnings

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I’m a
bit nervous
so
you’ll have to
all bear
with me.

I’m wary
of you
so
will you
bear with
me?


Intensely
you’re all
looking
to me
through me.

With me
with me.
With me
with me waiting
here.

I’m bearing
with you
with your
eyes
on
me.

On me.
Looking
right through
Me.

What I
wanted
was to
bear your
anticipation.
Your
Expectation.

Is now
my
emancipation?
I’m exhausted.
I want
want to tell you.

I’m
tired
of this
verbal masturbation.

What
a wanker,
you’re probably
thinking.

I’m not going to
disagree with you
I’m busy right now,
sinking
and stinking
this place
up
to the highest
of high
heavens.

Someone
call me a taxi
(you’re a taxi).
Let’s try
that again.
Someone call
me a taxi.
(You’re a taxi).
Thanks.

I would have,
but again
I’m still
and
a bit busy;
a bit stuck in the trees,
Where you
won’t see
me.

Right then.
I think I’m
ready
to begin.

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