Poem 20150720b

or you know
just strike the match
and watch it all burn

all those piles of paper
all those piles of words

mountains of thoughts
drafts of repeated scenes

my god how many lines labored over
to get a phrase just

and then the tumor of a manuscript
it sits
and swells
and pulses like a pseudo-heart
and gathers the kind of
dust that makes the tapping
on of keys a bitterness

like the dregs of coffee

1 thought on “Poem 20150720b”

  1. Know that feel. I think the trick is to completely truly forget about, and then when you stumble upon it one day it will be delightful again.

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