this is a poem.
this is a – i’ve been up all night kind of poem.
this is the type of poem people who ate too much speed like kind of poem.
this is a i’m living each day like a new king of a poem.
i’ve been doing what I want, each day, kind of,
waking up dry mouthed and wide awake,
slipping in the hall,
knocking on the hall,
listening to the wall,
kind of poem.
this is the type of poem you write when you want to write, type of poem.
this is the type of, days turning to night, into days, type of poem.
hoping for something new, seeing everyone new,
everyone the same, type of poem.
this is a home for holiday, seeing old friends – kindergarten best friends – ordering ice cream for his mom at a gas station kind of poem.
it’s a i’ve wanted to be an off track better my whole life kind of poem
this is a no one man you know is happy with where he is type of poem,
and no one man will be, kind of poem.
this is a Blakean – i’ve feared these visions, my innocence vs. my experience.
you walked along the fallen rocks and kicked mud, we all kick mud kind of poem.
a “i’ve taken to long trying to write a poem” type of poem.
the type of poem you write when you should have tried prose,
maybe try to explain your ideas better, maybe try and get better ideas.
shorter sentences length, that one is a run on, do you check your grammar, have you proofed this,
type of poem.
this is a, “i’ll come back and work some more on this one” type of poem.