Thursday, July 22, 2010

Babel (free poetry click now!)

Itching to write, and wading through ideas,

Confused by the sheer wealth of options available.

Sorting cause and effect, action and consequence, victim and perpetrator;

Muddling them up in orderly fashion.

Casting out a net for fishy prospects, finding them unviable -

And releasing them dead.

Finding loopholes and getting knotted up in disentangling them.

Chasing the wind to clutch at straws.

Breaking a leg to kick up a storm.

Because I’m itching to write;

To find something and explain it,

Insert innuendo and loaded language,

romanticize and criticize…



To hell with it. I’ll write nothing.

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