Clitter - Clatter
living matter,
manuoevering alert,
alive, just unable
to keep eye lids clenched
together,
leg - thump! in the cranium
bed...
unless a woman's place
visits my head,
it didn't anyway,
didn't do,
didn't,
did;
an outline
without
innards,
can hardly
believe
that the cupboard
space,
didn't say a thing,
poor shadow visuals,
so here it is,
herbal tea with a light on,
no reason,
still time to read,
or define life in a poem?
practice requires all kinds
of defects,
1. stop trying to sound like
everything else.
take two steps back, or cheat
forward out of a conclusion,
I would move, I would, the wordy
furniture around, without a sound,
if it were possible?
without getting stuck again,
I do look, I do, of all *******
meaning and pretensions,
my own lack of invention,
or whether I have anything real
to say or not,
is all I fight with, knife & fork!
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