Thursday, August 13, 2020

only a poem can close its eyes


and hit a concrete wall on purpose
call it a wake up or epiphany
if that fits
like i wanna spit
out a long shot
dream up the lines
back from irrelevance
raise the dead if necessary
take that proverbial sledgehammer
& smash the so-called writer's block
before it disappears on its own

(then you're really left with nothing)

let it go into a thousand pieces
without pagination

(no one laid down any rules here)

make it up as you go

--- e b bortz

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