Peter Chapman Poetry

Ever, Against

How I am. Been so long.

Made by history to act funny, cocky, charming, while being armored, ever, against hurt.

Wow, who hurt you, I was asked by a lover once.

In town just now, having to get my old car fixed again, I think about this.

If I could relax and let it all, the nice the good the not so good, just happen to me. Oh just if.