Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

old black kettle hisses,
obnoxious roommate !
I yell at it ! ok! ok!
I'll be there in a second !
but it doesn't care, it just
keeps screaming, this
inanimate banshee...
zombie alive by fire,
chaotic molecules of water,
steamy ado, snorting like Toro
pissed at the color red
and I just continue to write...
two can play this stubborn game
so I write faster....this poem
you are reading, knowing I'm stalling,
aware that I'm a cheater
delaying the inevitable display
of the meaningless men
who write into brick walls....
Sorry....to waste your time
I very much wanted to say something

technological bullies
shapes, sizes, demands
one needn't submit!

thanks for a few moments of reading pleasure
really need them.


I suppose my reply to your poem was inevitable
damn those brick walls

judih, truck....thanx fer da feedback.....