Poem: In the Angst of the 'What Could Be'

 

In the Angst of the 'What Could Be'

 

a puzzle hooks my pupils,

sudoku of words,

grammar of guile,

some fickle inspiration,

and my frenzied fingers  

swarm the keyboard,

fuzzy and insubstantial

next to a Hamlet or Plath,

but then again 

who isn't entirely worthless

in the face of how great or dreadful, 

and absolutely cruel,

language can be?

 

click click click

go my fingernails

on the stupid little chits.

countless seconds 

of meaningless procreation.

 

what comes of it?

no one eulogizes

so many failures to thrive

in the write way.

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7/9/26 heavy rework

10/27/25 eds

Bell Jar reference