Language of Anxiety

My poems are written in a language of anxiety—

is only my intention loving?—
not aware of any marked impropriety.

Three years ago I opted for sobriety.
Since then I’ve been pumping
out poems that fairly reek of anxiety.

But there’s some dubiety
about my side-of-road—my cloven
tongue flaps all day of lust and impiety.

And I’ve signed up for a variety-
burlesque show under the name of Lovey-Dovey—
believe me, I suffer plenty anxiety

about how I will bear the notoriety
when I get up on the stage and remove my clothing
(but never guilty of any marked impropriety).

It’s just another kind of inebriety—
intoxication’s always a mixed blessing.
I write poems in a language of anxiety—
not meaning to leave a bad mark on society!