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 fingers frenzy 

till fuzzy letters swarm the keyboard,

insubstantial

next to a Hamlet or a Greenwood--

but then again who isn't entirely worthless 

next to such skill at showing how great 

and absolutely cruel

language can be?

 

click click click

go my fingernails

on the stupid little chits,

wasting countless seconds 

in meaningless procreation.

 

what comes of it

in the write way?

no one eulogizes

so many failures

to thrive.

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10/27/25 eds

Bell Jar reference