I Know
That every new notch in my rifle, will be
underrated until I arrive, dead. I will never
court fame, never manage to gather people
round me in crowds, on or off line. I know
That I love wine, and it helps in the short term.
I know I won’t self-destruct, because it would have
happened by now. I know I have friends, unenvious,
coping with my disassociation; an incredible son,
who has seen me lie down in traffic, and try to
convince him to do the same.
I know that as soon as I get well enough, I will
be dragged back into a system that will make me ill.
I know that everything has already happened, and that
this won’t be believed. My planet is ruled by me. You
rule your planet. I don’t find that hard to conceive.
I know that the derelict is as important as the famous,
that celebrity is nothing, and that generous friends,
family and animals are worth more than anything.
Thank you for publishing my poem this morning. What a lovely site you have.BestKaren
Karen Little’s plain-speaking poem has a persuasive yet discreet rhythm of yes/and that makes it sing fiercely and truly. “I Know” recalls the mind to its proper business: self-knowledge. A stubbornly beautiful poem.
What a lovely comment.Thank you.