Teach me.

You think you teach me
But leave me without words.
Secluded and weary
Of intrinsically humanistic herds.

Fanatically abroach –
Quizzically closed.
Stirring for a fortnight
Longing for your hold.

Abrasive and daunting
Your words simmer strong;
You are no preacher
Except through your mindless song.

©2003 Joe Jenkins