It’s been too many months
And that’s from what I remember
Could be more
My fingers are slow at the keys
And my brain droops in the rear
Is this a sign of acceptance
Or time laughing at me?
What the hell am I writing about?
These words are too thick
I need to untangle the last two stanzas
But the papers on the table are screaming
Another test is looming
I've neglected email for far too long
This poem needs to rhyme
Kim wants to know why she missed what she missed
Mark’s car suddenly began to spew and hiss
Jasper needs advice on an internship
And Burger is going away for a family trip
Janis thinks her ad looks shitty that way
Paul needs extra credit so he can play
Mary just swung by for a quick little chat
And, “What phd programs have you been looking at?”
Oops shouldn’t have mentioned that
I’m off the beat and on a rocky path
There’s something to be said for free flow
Remind me again of how poetry should go
My head swims at the thought of editing
Maybe I won’t
Besides, what kind of form would this poem take?
Quatrains, partial rhyme, tied up with rambling BS?
I don’t recall studying that kind in poetry class
I’ll never again complain about late graded ghazals
Karma is like peanut butter to swallow
Does that make sense to anyone besides me?
Surely comparing karma to peanut butter is flat
Some might say cliché at best
Cliché at best is a cliché
Christ, the creativity is rubbing off of me
My toes feel cramped in this shoe
Stuck to the floor in a tiny ballroom
Drinking the punch to keep the hives away
The lines of this stanza don’t jive...anyway
Maybe there’s a diamond under this rock
But what teacher has energy left to pick it up?