Classic Poem

There is no sign other
than the sigh of this
unveiled removal.
Given the mixed
abjures, the journey
no longer appeases.
No easy answer
abides, yet laxness
is taken as virtue
& bands of
discontent are
disconnected. One
aimlessly distorts
as play for 'plause
(not that silence
cures). Torrents
of overcompensation
showboat guest-laddered
dipsomania.

In it but out of it
( " I need a drink " ).
Nail down your
battens . Impressed into
service. substitution for
(sure pest).
Substitution blocked.

Or promise more
than hope could
hope more than
promises.
Angry without spears,
or rigged to buoy-blind try
against detour.

Bigelow or whigged out.

Be a blooper! (Can't
get a hard-on
with the light
on.)

" It's like having
our own baby. It's
so cute & cuddly.
It's better than
yours
because we're puppets
too. "

Marshalling all my resources to play the
role of a writer — a singular act of
concentration to put out all that would
distract me from this assignment, all
that would discredit my performance.

Falling back into
quasi-overt reverse
psychobabble, patently
trumpeted
bounces
up & off.

Chewing gum
&
spitting
at the same time.

Better to bark
out of fear than
fear to bark —