speaker – The Halfwit Writer

I am the speaker of the poem
     divine entity
            beauty, grace
      flowing robes and lovely face
   sent from heaven unto this place
pure imagination
     I am water streaming,
   a silent river, sans creepy songs
absent dark tunnels
I, a speaker, fantasy
I, fucking magical
I, ever unseparate from an I
    a true personality
        untrue
glistening, golden, unafraid
       tattooed
cling and clung and am clinging to
       lacking inherent-existence-goo
       a samsaric stew
       a real fuck-you
I, a speaker, falsely accused
       lacking permanent subsistence
       a temporary view
       constantly made anew
I, changing perspective
         a bit see-through
         emptiness-clue
         with good ideas I then undo
I, ever introspective
         meditative
         on the swift escape route out
         I’m wishing you’ll come to
I, the speaker of this poem
          invention imagining the spoken you
    inception in the meta sense
        write it in the present tense
          I haven’t really any plans
     except to collapse into this poem
   when your eyes are diverted
to some other interest, next deserted
from whose side do I exist?
I, the speaker of this poem?
        divine entity
beautiful, strong
                  stunning, intelligent
             rarely wrong
         who from your mind
             came    and soon
                  from your mind
                                           gone