shall i mindless words
form into function, wander
forward without thought?
lead me on, then, muse
hushing unheeded warnings
of writer's folly
i who have no/thing
to cheer on, no one being
caring close enough
yet hundreds, thousands
read, call, respond and react
to fresh-cut poems
both sweet and pungent,
taste vaguely oriental,
smell hints of five-spice
as american
as melting *** and quatrains,
common meter, rhymes
cheeseburger and fries,
routine, familiar and
to each their own taste
flavored by flowered
blossomed imaginations
of poets living
and dead, whose poems'
lovely bones breathe still haunting
my quiet spaces
and take tangential
leaps ricocheting into
inspired lunacy
skeleton crews man
poetic voyages, launch
flights of uncertain
direction, take reason to
illogical conclusions.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
shall i mindless words
form into function, wander
forward without thought?
lead me on, then, muse
hushing unheeded warnings
of writer's folly
i who have no/thing
to cheer on, no one being
caring close enough
yet hundreds, thousands
read, call, respond and react
to fresh-cut poems
both sweet and pungent,
taste vaguely oriental,
smell hints of five-spice
as american
as melting *** and quatrains,
common meter, rhymes
cheeseburger and fries,
routine, familiar and
to each their own taste
flavored by flowered
blossomed imaginations
of poets living
and dead, whose poems'
lovely bones breathe still haunting
my quiet spaces
and take tangential
leaps ricocheting into
inspired lunacy
skeleton crews man
poetic voyages, launch
flights of uncertain
direction, take reason to
illogical conclusions.
...full of sound and fury, signifying nothing....
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