Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Writing Weirdness...


Untitled (loathing)
(Written: Sept 15, 2008)

New friend a kindred soul
vulnerable moments
trusting, discussing,
of all things poetry...
I loathe my poems
never reach perfection
raw, uncensored, toxic
the words never quite "right"
always lacking something, somehow
bittersweet venomous addiction
but I'm moved to write
let fly my fingers as they will
growling and grumbling afterward
like some proddy mama bear
discontented with too energetic cubs in fall
only hopeful that everything
will settle
and let me rest.


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