#admonition
a dogma
that inter-
nuncio drew
sultry where
gotham despite
arms was
proctor of
circle that
could emboss
pathos in
guise of
rouge that
flew in
grace still
an alkaloid
with quantum
effect beyond
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 1:30 AM UTC
you are all:
children
green
naive
unprepared
community full of previously coddled and heretofore coddling parents with their doting Yesses and ever-so-rare Nos. A poem, my good reader, is not any old thought; it's not a question, a "when-will-my-husband-return-from-war?" simple concern, but how a lyric tangles itself up in the bramble of a rhythm:
Just
Like
This.
See How the Words
Jump From One Spot Of Your Brain
To the Next
As Though They're Panning In Stereo
Such Illusory Text.
And Notice the Rhyme
Injected Therein?
I Would Keep Complaining
But the Bit's Wearing Thin.
one either has a way with words, or they should do away with words, but not before they try. i am not a poet, but i do, at the very least, try.
please try, tee-why.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 9:05 AM UTC