Have a heart, dear
Ham—the persona
You so want the crowd
To lap up, keeps fleeing
Through the riddled
Exit wounds
Of a bleeding ticker.
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Have a heart, dear
Ham—the persona
You so want the crowd
To lap up, keeps fleeing
Through the riddled
Exit wounds
Of a bleeding ticker.
Patience,
It’ll be over
In a jiffy—
It only
Hurts so
Long as you
Hold it in.
Striving to best
What you already think
You do better than others,
You keep writing, trying
For that elusive special something
Precious to say, never
Once thinking you should have
Packed it in yesterday.
Like that pale
Horse that gallops through
Our thoughts bringing us
A multicolored mane.
It’s a mystery how
The words have always been
Waiting there just as you left them,
Waiting to hear you
Go back.