There's
a poem sitting in my chest that I cant seem to get out. It refuses to
give me rest.
Every once in a while it would come around to the back of
my mind and smile, like a naughty child playing hide and seek. I think
it is having fun doing this to me. Very slowly and painfully it would
leak a combination of letters from its essence, like hit and run, and
stand back and laugh its head off while I struggle to make sense out of
that phrase, to put appropriate words in place. Bloody poem.
And now
my space key is sticking. This is beginning to befrustrating. The poem
has moved to irectly behind my eyeballs and is engaged in a tug of war
with my nerves. My right eye is twitching, an it looks like my dddd key
is also sticking. Shit.
I probably should put down this poem and get
some sleep, but insomnia has got me under lock and key and now this
stupid poem is running around my neck. It set my eye free though, I
guess ishouldbe thankful for little mercies.
Bloody spacekey.
Alright.
Looks like im getting some respite from the poem, but then i remember
my boyfriend who no longer is. The jerk dumped me cos he flew to another
country. Of course that wasnt thereason he gave... Aaarrrrrgghhh the
space keytoo kraaa!
Oh ok. I get where the hit and run phrase comes
in. Ok. I probably would be able to write this poem now if only i could
concentrate, but the truth is ive kinda lost interest. Is there a word
like demotivate? If there is ive been
demotivated.
Ill ber ight back.
Ok so i went off to havea conversation with the poem. It looks like it finally understands me - ok not exactly.
You
know what, i give up. Have fun with my eye, ok. Do what you fucking
will. Fucking poem. fucking space key. Fucking dddd.(it stuck again)
I think Im hungry. At this point i will gracefully bow out of your mind...thank you for paying attention to a poet's agony.
Interesting!!
ReplyDeletehahahaha.... OH Mama!!!! this was... an interesting read.
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