Those who remember

Sometimes I steal
I steal the works of others
From the workshops I attend
Because their work has
Inspired me to gyrate my pen

And those who remember know---

Sometimes I lie
I tell my mother the poem
I write are based solely
Off an imagination
More vivid than the world
To a new born

So those who remember know how---

Often times I forget
To say thank you.
I write to make her forget
Poems to cause the ducts to overflow
I write poems to spark the notion
That I am who they say
I write these poems so they forget who I am.