Monthly Archives: November 2014


Frustrate forlornly
as though trying brings progress.
Drag your feet to me.



how do I write a poem
when I am so debilitated?
so focused on observing my innards —
how they squelch at the thought
of feeling any level of emotion.
could I be bored?
or does my pen fail me?
tongue-tied ‘fuck it’s’
introduce a slew of shit
I could never present to public ears