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POEM: temporary fix

June 9, 2011

a tear sits on my table like a tablet

I won’t take it, it’s a temporary fix

an illusion of strength, a sacrifice in a

self-addressed; I punch my jaw as I

pull blankets over me, and knock myself to sleep-

lessness…3am followed by a 59 blink

take a second to think about the next line

to end the stanza without losing balance.


I can say a line and swing it in my head

test it, level it

rub it between inner ears, yank it on a page

knowing its already dead

because I don’t love it for what it is

I want perfect only, sorry


I’m lucky if I keep a word down

2 Comments leave one →
  1. June 10, 2011 1:07 am

    I belong to a writers group and one of our members writes poetry like this, seemingly random structure, un-rhyming and rhythmless. It look a while to grow on me and for me to appreciate it. It’s still growing, like moss.

    • June 12, 2011 10:58 pm

      Thanks for visiting, your site looks awesome, can’t wait to take sometime and explore it fully. Love to hear from members of your writing group.

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