I’m a lousy poet.
I can only write in sneezes.
Spurts of diddly-squat
that pepper the pages before me.
Or else I sit with bloodshot eyes
head sideways on the writing desk,
words dribbling from my mind
in thick liquid dreams.
Dreams come slowly.
And in gibberish.
I’m a lousy poet.
Posted October 17, 2010 at 5:17pm
