you ever hear something
and you’re just. pinned
back in an amusement park
ride, unable to move your head…
Words
I rather appreciate,
the people who sat down,
to collect all the words…
don’t light the fire,
if we bake the clay,
we can’t adjust
the margins or the words…
A fun experiment:..
The worst moment,
is knowing that a word,
for the thing you want to say…
Imagine my disappointment,
when the time came,
that I learned that trivial…
Why on Earth,
would we say that someone is under investigation,
when at best they’re next to one…
When you must
be polite,
or mind your manners,
or some such societal…
we don’t celebrate
the blank page,
we abhor
its crisp
clean
emptiness….
don’t hurl
words at me today,
I am a cream puff,
crispy exterior…
