No Mas

No Mas

 

 

fisticuffs of creativity

the gloves are off,

the rounds short

ideas in the corner getting treated for cuts

inspiration a blurred vision

 

hard to fend off the punches

of bad lyrics,

i'm falling toward a blank canvas

fingers taped and bloodied

from throwing phrases against a plaster of paris wall

 

the ring becomes smaller than the screen

i can't see vowels and consonants

well enough to put combinations together

 

i want to go down for the count

and find another profession

something safer,

 

like working with explosives

since the TNT 

of poetry

 

has already blown my keyboard to bits

and here i am, 

begging my corner muse

 

to throw in the towel.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/15/16

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

:) ................. bob and weave, bob and weave ...keep moving ... wait .... wait ... the muse will commit sooner or later overreach and you can counter with that overhand right!!! thanks for this very relatable poem sir!
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for relating to this piece, E.

j.

[Einstein Noodle]

i love the fights!

[Deuces]

The pen can sometimes be Sugar Ray and the writer Roberto Duran, indeed. It can feel that way at times. The metaphor says it all in this one, sir. Keep slugging it out.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Cyntax.

j.