PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Festering with maggots the induction of a line
And then another, another, dribble, dribble drown
And so on, an so on, and so and so til feeling fine.

You notice a niggle, a familiar ring, a stirring trace
The paranoia speaks to your fragile ego
As someone else's mirror is held to your face

Ah,ah, ah now you're doing it again...

The mind is racing there's this queer feeling absurd
You can't put your finger on it or quite understand,
But for some strange reason it echos of turd

but codex-ers are a funny bunch as adept as we are
Too blind to see the truth about our work and too polite
To tear down another's hopes of Shakespeare

We put down our crystal tears in delicate cypher
We wash away the rain through rainbows of rhyme
Searching for the text a versifier would die fer.

We silly things believe that our souls pour out on the pages

Carthardic indeed when you write your tears away like sages
alas it is nothing but our biases seeping through our brains

Ah,ah, ah now you're doing it again,

Searching an inspiration in surfing dilettante's lines
And then another, another, dribble, dribble drown
And so on, an so on, and so and so til feeling finds

a place to settle amongst the lines.