Friday’s Fumble Crumble:
writ/wrote /needs/work
the WR juggernaut,
of write/writ/ wrote
and associated WoRdy derivatives,
a vast complex,
the crossover
from notion to lively potion,
the ****** of completion;
a tricky *******,
1st an enticement, inevitably a
first unsatisfactory shot,
the dispiriting recognition
that what you got ain’t good…
a dissolution of resolution,
the look back~try again,
picking off the fleshy morsels
from the Valley of Bones,
that demands a really funereal
and t. swift
sea burial,
thus energized by seawater ,
or the slapping (s)hit from *****+ dirt
comes re~energy, a burst of a covert coverup,
then comes a gleam,
the light of a beam in the seams
of your fingertips,
a repeating secretion of ideas that refuse
to give in to a ceremony of deletion,
a prescrip for a sad~glad emotive repast,
a look back,
longing glance, but with a new hope of
rejiggering, that sticky secretion ‘pon
dying, yet enervating,
dancing fingertips,
spewing gobs so fast of wordy worthy
battered batter,
throwing in some Heath bar crumble,
soon enuf the oven is cooking!
baking and the smoking aroma of
over~heated sheets of paper
of soon to be crisply delivering cookies extraordinaire,
but alas,
‘twas all in the mind and is unjustly
a recipe, for ashes of a burnt dreams
and the tenses clench/de clench
when the writ is wrote,
but never,
not ever
is it ever just rote…
@nd that’s what ya get when you witty-gritty-wrote
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2:06am
7/26/2024
