Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

maybe
i should just pause
for minutes
before i speak a phrase
the words tonight
are flat tires
getting me nowhere

said too damn much
stupid words
battering the heart
like waves a beach
but that metaphor
too pristine
for these dirty opened cans
of words

worms
yeah worms
that was what was expected
but

okay disgust
spit on the sidewalk

what can anyone do
to roar
the inner anguish?

amazing the goals

lost

down
gone
beaten
defeated
hopeless

if I were Samuel Beckett
I'd be witty
or poignant

I know everybody has left
i'm sitting in my own words
corner of an empty room
except for me, the words
the empty eyes

i should say sunlight
rose
the river gleams
the wind jostles
nudges
provokes

create a different world
it depends on the words

Warhol soup cans

Fine work & theme.

you seem to be emphasizing the old saying, It's lonely at the top.....I guess if we get too predictable the crowds will look for the next fresh voice....a neo-poet with pizzaz.....enjoyed the poem........