Thursday, February 17, 2011

Incoherent Poetry

Today I feel like poetry
Broken poetry
lacking rhyme
full of
Fumbling phrases
and unclear thoughts
in the torturous movement of my muscles
Disjointed and outoffocus
Head in clouds of ink
pages pages pages
of words
Flying over my head
I am slow
plodding along
hearing meaningless babble
understanding Nothing
Strings pulling me
up-and-down the stairs
repeated repeated repeated
Clumsy poetry;
incapable of movement.