why Bother

My words

                      fall

from my hollow mouth.

The jumbled rumble stumbles

                    forth

in an ineloquent crumble

of ill-intentions

 

(We wont mention the Muse or

lack thereof).

 

In silence I stare

through

the hand-stained glass

at the yellow air

and vapour-capped grass and               wait

for something worth

                              while

to capture

my attention

away from                                                 this

Funk.

Reviews

[Pearlie]

I love the way you have shaped the text to give the poem an extra dimension visually and it also creates a new feelings along with the poem. Awesome work!