Poetry Marathon poem #22

I’m wishing I never slept
too fuzzy headed to write
something anything.
At least you didn’t sleep
through it,
you have yourself
just enough time
to complete your goal.
Write.
Write, boy.
Every fucking word you can
til it burns the back
of your eyes to think
of just one more way
to bend a phrase
anew.

2 thoughts on “Poetry Marathon poem #22

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.