Poemism

Poemism,

 

Women in a hallway laugh in high-pitched gasps

Keyboard sounds each letter, each word, each mark

Columns and books and pages and paper and carts

Hands have been tied; set in motion, all of our lives

Anointed anecdotes for possible and realistic potion

Motion in the lines, value and dots; we make art a lot,

Half-assed cross-hatched chicken-scratch, this and that

Comparison in passion, although found it tough to relate

Mouth agape, unwanted sentences we slate, as of late-

Contribute contraband, questions, and propaganda

With what is the stamina; have we not enough coffee?

Have we lost are heads in puffy clouds above so lofty?

Most moments digress, then forget, find the path, then again forget

Minutes we have have been lent, meant, it stops only when it can

It moves, bends, manipulates, morphs, and changes for nothing.

What else is there to say about everything besides that:  It’s lovely.

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