August 2017 Poems-31 Daze


Poem 8 suggests something of monstrous size and power. Sometimes things of the most  monstrous size and power can be small, concentrated, and full of enough energy to exceed their initial movement. A word to the wise…

“Behemoth of an Ego”  © C.P. Hickey 2014


Who am I?

I know.

Do you?

You don’t, yet.

You’ll see.

Unless, I swallow myself up first.

Entirely possible.


Who was I?

I could never figure it out.

Did you?

You didn’t.

I guess I didn’t do what I said I’d do.


Who will I be?

I’m scared to try.

You don’t know either?

What the hell is going to happen?


Who am I?

I know, and I don’t know.

Do you?

Maybe, you’ll find out.

Count on it.


Count on it.




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