flop a word
drop a flow
flail and flounder
fucking slap it down
if you don't find the rhythm
listen to
the woo-woo of a train
marching toward you
and race it
like you're trying hard
to orgasm
and you slap it down
if the words don't come
find them in the tiny wires
of a light-bulb
flip it like a lightswitch
flick it like a lighter
and the bonfire (or the small blaze)
goes out
again
blow on it
pluck it from the ashes
and relight that
one
small
glow
6 comments:
strong rhythm here, Holly. I liked it.
I've been trying to write lately and it has been like a lighter that keeps going out. This is wonderful work. I love the way you use variations of these three beats that show up so forcefully at the end.
Thanks Nathan...I was kind of pissed when I wrote it because I was having a time like that...this was like one of those "screw-it" moments...like, I gotta get off this computer, whatever, damn, kind of moments.
Oh, yeah! I know where you're coming from. And I echo everyone else in saying the rhythm is excellent. It feels like a fist pounding on a desk, which is the frustration we often feel when writing.
This particular poem is inspirational to me, a person who usually cherishes her writer's block. Very nice.
you're a trip, anna!
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