Blighted,
blunted and bound
by bumbling
bones, begging
for brighter,
better and best.
Unstirred underlying
overtures of
unknown
verses.
Brain,
blood-socked,
bore.
Wanting
words with
weight,
weaving waywardly
without
wrought.
Bumbling,
bumbling, bumbling,
because the
better is bound by
baffling blindness.
Unknown,
unsure,
undiscovered.
Bitter and
bland,
bandaged by
blunder,
bound in
befuddlement.
What is it I’m
trying
to say?
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