broken lines of tragic poetry spread *****-nilly across the imitation hard-wood flooring polyurethane broad leaf maple complete with swirls and lines as if it were somehow damaged in a lightning storm and forced to grow twisted and bent I stare into the abyss of half-written sentences and six rhyme sets bent, rent, dent, cent, divergent, spent home, gnome (Alaska or little dwarf), poem, loam, roam, beachcomber draft, raft, laughed, giraffe, bath, Taft (little town near Lincoln City) and so on and so on and so on til death – grasping at passing visions and mental images attempting to reconcile this pile into worthwhile stylings and filing them alphabetically …
there I did it accidentally…. as if to prove the point on my head has a friend.
Revolving floor of soreness my pores ooze from unrest able to fully digest what I peruse and use for my next ‘write’ fest something about ****** and recess… and the best dressed in the west confessing diabetes…. I digress and pretend this never happened –