Day: April 23, 2018

Unplanned

And I sat there typing the day away
Hoping something clever would endeavor
To endear itself to me
Something other than the falsehood
Timelines that feign to be sublime
Because they lack basis in objective reality

I am such a dreamer that I get lost sometimes
Chasing unrefined rhymes often untimed
Especially if I am confined to so-called drudgery–
The procedural factory is not for me

But I am unfocused and cannot hocus pocus
My way out of this box called writer’s block
Oh I’m sure if I thought of imaginary things
Like the way hearing your voice makes my heart sing
That I can recycle the assonance that seems mere coincidence
But is actually me repeating the history
Described in earlier rhymes that no one reads
So any connections no one really sees

This is just an exercise to counter boredom as I devise
Methodology to apologize for my lack of mastery
Of the poetic arts
But it’s also a distraction from the lack of satisfaction
That I have no one to share the foibles that forms part
Of who I am
Maybe I’m not worthy to be the fire of someone else’s heart
So all I can do is present myself ala carte
In all the words you ever care to read

And maybe in the journey nurtured are the seeds
Whose sprouts lead you to a self-fulfilling monstrosity
That you are really me