Poetry Class

I signed up for a

Poetry course

And all of a sudden I find myself unable to write a

Single line of poetry

As if fluidity depends on looking at my writing

Sideways and if

I look directly I fall over on my side

Like a fat possum and lie still as carrion.

Don’t bother me, I’m dead

Go chase that other guy.

The rabbit.

About Karen To and Fro

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1 Response to Poetry Class

  1. Poetry Class? Evil disease!
    Original, do as you please.

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