MediocreA Poem by MarshallThere were these poems hashed together in haste insipid limp and lifeless devoid of dare, unable to stir the mind into frenzied ecstasy no sparkle no lustre no meaning to extract. daily fluff They were enjoyable too dirty linen on a laundry line unpegged and nonrhythmic unmetaphoric, unnamed first liners homeless words with unhappy visuals floating in a sea of scum just sitting on a page dead so many of mine are exactly like that unwanted, homeless little beasts cooked up in a frenzy of haste pompous and pretentious lying like a cold corpse on a concrete slab in some strange mortuary name tag on a toe waiting for a quick burial. Ive decided to write better poems now leave the fluff to be vacuumed away and spend long hours thinking through the magic that rises from mists of intense thinking. once a month with twenty nine drafts. no more mediocre for me. goodbye readers see you again next month take care while i work up a froth. © . All rights reserved, 11 days ago© 2014 Marshall |
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