Finding my own voice

 i'm not sure if he frowned inside

 at the Capital Letters, the lack of form

each margin at the right hand side,

seeming friendly enough, but the Librarian 

T-shirt tipped me off in the end, the 

"knowing how to do this" but maybe

that's not it, he may not have said inside

    but i cannot know, maybe it's my own

frown inside because i have never studied

after all, never read the books or wrote the 

    prescribed poems from my past, no need

        to dig earlier than a few moments ago

a beetle hitchhiked on my shoulder into this very room

    life is so exciting.