Once upon a time, I had bruised slightly My Fing- Erend in ty- 5 Ing Unneedful knots too brutally. The knots were sonnets, rhy- Ming Not gracefully, 10 Losing Bout by Bout despite my Careful tying. I had not thought writing 15 Was so much like fighting. I stay- Ed at it relentlessly Tying tying tying Every 20 Musing, Bruising blossom stylistically. The daisy- Chain was for no one particularly 25 (Or perhaps I am lying). You know how things Get tangly When we practice firstly.... The leng- 30 Thening String Of words got too stringy And self-involved in singing That should have taken flight more singly 35 By Whistling Unconcernedly And not too self-consciously.
From the collection "The Timid Leaper"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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