Vintage Words


Attempting to liberate 

the ineptitude of restraints,

I broke my right baby

finger and tore a ligament

in my left leg.


Trying to unravel that which

is a billion piece puzzle

was like deciphering the

messages written in

the stars at night.


Hodgepodge is hogwash

and liberating prose styles

is a joy to behold only

when the lights are out

and all of the other poets

are asleep.






Author's Notes/Comments: 

This old write sings to my design to rewrite over 5 thousand posts. I'm over 500. Clarity is the rule, locating bloopers - all of them, may be impossible. :) slc 

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