I keep thinking of excellent titles
for stories I haven't written yet.
Does that still give them life?
Damnable muse!
rushing in unprepared.
you leave a graveyard of thoughts
for lack of pen and paper.
abrupt endings scattered about
in the back of old notebooks.
an endless stream of stutter steps,
of scratched out
phrases.
don't you know
the name should come last?
we've given existence to written down regret,
reason to rue my very first love.
what a Jealous thing you are.
to clip the wings of baby birds.
they were ours.

You once said to me,
"Live life with an open
Mind and heart."
Now all you do is scorn
Labling me as Liberal.

the names of all the things here

were given post creation

a redaction full of contents unrelated

a conflated epithet

brightly shining atop screaming

gleaming

see me

understand what I'm trying to mean

in my leaning italics

referential and meaningful with research

as I lurch into your interest

ringing