I have no clue
What I'm doing right now.

Let's do a line
Maybe two
Maybe three
Let's share lines
For you and for me

Dr. Seuss is dead
You say,
Holding on to he

He who's rhyming
He who spake
Hold on
Hold on
Your breath
He will take

Give me your thoughts
For which I'll pay
$25

Meat Sellers walk
To doorsteps
Buy large stacks
Meat
Meat
Meet the salesman
As he walks to your
Dining room

Put them in your
Freezer
These large stacks of steak
Pre-cut
Pre-packaged
Do you know
What you've signed for yet?

You can’t force art
Said every artist ever
Well I force it
I force it
Force it
It
Force it
I force it
Well I force it
Said every artist ever
You can’t force art

Take me to the skies Dad
I said silently
Hoping that today would be different

Affronted with something else
Rather than happiness
There's a biting edge to the words
I'm sorry I'm ten year's old

It's always been on me,
I'm not sorry that I failed you
I'm sorry that you expected miracles
From a human child

My senses once again fail me
In this wooded place

My eyesight left long ago,
Leaving me to fall on my face

My sense of smell quickly left the building,
Though the flora produced such sweet scents

My hearing went soon after,
Allowing me to sit, and lament

My sense of taste followed suit,
I tried to eat some blackberry's but flavor they lacked

Not long after that,
My sense of feeling came and went,
The rain was feeling oh so soothing

Now I am senseless,
But that's what I get for singly
Coming to this place.

Stroking keys with grace
And aplomb
Scratching paper
With black or blue ink

Bringing about pictures
In other's minds
With words
Simple words

Words that could mean nothing
But you and I know better

Link together two things,
Three things, four
Alike in few aspects
Word it proper
Bring about emotion
Reaction

Poetry