I just need a minute,
I just need a second,
to get my thoughts straight,
in line and organized,
so I can write the most
super,
awesome,
poem,
ever.
Here we go…
Blue…,
No, wait, that was Jimmy Stewart’s
dog; Blue.
Let’s try again,
Flower of the morning,
blooms like a…
holy shit is that pedantic.
Probably like a fire ball
or something… sheesh.
One more stab at poetic glory…
Emily Dickinson was a shut in
and recluse yet she cranked out
poem after poem, handwritten,
in droves.
I’m out here in the world,
cold, snowy, at a computer,
and I can’t string two words
together that are worth a damn.
Best poem ever…,
best poem ever…, hmmmmmm…..
I got it!
It’s brilliant!
Luminous!
“The, End”
Amazing. (Pats self on back)
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