Creative Hesitation

In Poetry on April 1, 2012 at 4:16 am

Pace, pace, a sentence spaced in
Nothing tangents will my random
Words yield token meaning?
Will they burn up on contact
With the atmosphere of critics?
Will they string out dry on
The bottom line of dregs?

(Tasting the spice in the stagger and appreciating it, that takes a long time of training the digestive body to salivate like Pavlov’s dogs)

Brace, brace your words
In arms of habit wear
The nonsense proud and
No one calls you out,
Your confidence forbids it.


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