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,

fickle of inspiration,

and my frenzied fingers  

swarm the keyboard,

fuzzy and insubstantial

next to a Hamlet or a 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 click click click click ... 

go my busy fingernails

on the stupid little chits.

countless seconds 

of meaningless procreation.

 

no one eulogizes

so many failures to thrive

in the write way.

what comes of it?

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7/9/26 heavy rework

10/27/25 eds

Bell Jar reference