Janine Alyssa Navarro
Gas - Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro
It was hours, days, months that flew by
Not a single dew of poetry-ridden madness
rushed through my glad tank.
It was like a parchment waiting,
For insertion of a witty word to fuel the rest.
The absence of such discretion
Intrigues the spaces in my mind.
Oh, was â€œinspirationâ€ the answer?
If so, letâ€™s rephrase the question.
With various cross-marks and indigestive scratches
I unfold dysfunction, not art.
It is my desire to rid of this thirst,
To glide with this songâ€¦
But it remains a melody with no wordsâ€¦
Like comfort in oblivious suffocation
Of love and its vomit.
In silence I seek to trace my way
back to my imaginative disorder.
I agree with a hesitant stomach,
That with love and its crud components
Anyone is made a poet.
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