perhaps float
among the dog fur covered dust bunnies
gliding along a wind swept floor
that monumentally small fracture which is the space between brilliance and
pretense
where self criticism punches the lights out of comfort then turns to laugh at
the drunken brashness of daring
linger there
simper with a half empty glass of grammar
all those night hidden in language
doesn't broaden the lyrical tap-dance
rather
dampens the will to parlay again
ah sweet vanity
edit me before the frustration
is communicated
before me is i
chop my fingers before
i flail wildly tapping
used up ideas
which is the hat to wear
dunce
profound
profane
boring
bear witness to this pitiful display
of pleading
shut misty eyes to the blank page
this could be just another ordinary
perfunctory
yucky
attempt at humility
----
glad to clear that up.
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