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