Ultimately, I am listmaker. Already,
conscious of sprinkled commas; I am
trying to draw parallel lines using my thoughts
as a ruler. Pulling diverging thoughts
to an intersection-- have you seen me
take notes in flow charts? I route phrases
in ellipticals, hoping to knot beginning and end.
A mess of overlapping connectors with notes
popcorning across nonsensical continuums.
I try too hard to reduce life into patterned words,
wade through soggy streams of consciousness,
forcing faith leaps upon you.
Trigger happy spider, threading webs,
I try too hard to wrap the world tight
and make sure that nothing slips
through.
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apr 5, 2017
yep i'm already behind and this is complete word vomit.
YOU ARE READING
watterson
Poetryan experimental attempt to write a poem a day for the month of april spoiler alert: i did it
