Three Outsider Poems By Thomas L. Vaultonburg

Come For Me

Come for me

In darkness

Like all cowards

Come for me

When I am starved

And deprived of

Comfort

Come for me when

I am crazed

For want

Of a woman's lips

Come for me

When my days

Have outlasted

The portion in my

Beggar's bowl

Come for me

When I have

Watched the mongrel

Suffer in the ditch

Come for me on

Lorcas's birthday

And Akhmatova's

Wedding night

Or Bastille Day

Come for me

In my darkness

And I will show

You how

I write poetry.

I Am the Bus

I am the bus

In this poem.

It is down to that,

A conveyance.

Are you already

Guessing the metaphor?

Are you already teasing

The punchline?

No, you are wrong.

For in this poem

I am the bus,

Making all my stops.

Social Security Office

The only attractive

Feature in this

Argument for

Germ warfare

Is the exit.

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