Bollix Them Up Poem by Greg Gaul
Bollix Them Up
The words.
They fell out on paper.
They were in my head.
Not sure what they said.
I stare...
at them in ink.
Then think.
Indigo seeping
into paper fibers.
It was me...
who wrote them down.
But were they mine?
Did I bollix them up?
Did they land standing up?
In the proper order?
And now.
This is how.
It ends up.
Sunday, October 18, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry,thinking ,writing
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