UNEARTHING NERDS

Protected pockets and momma’s
kiss goodbye on a freshly washed cheek.
Meek to mild, this internal child dreams
of rockets and exploration and all
the sex his nocturnal suspicion
can muster. Buster browns and eyeglasses,
round and magnified to hide his
insecurities and foibles. A boy in hiding
and chiding his lack of confidence
inhibitions exhibited and held close
well past high school. A fool who
could have had all he could handle
if he would expand his horizon. Despising
everything he had become. Solace in the words
he used and abused; a poet lost,
suspenders holding his muse.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

For MIZ QUICKLY’S IMPROMPTU POETRY Day 30 – Stereotypes