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Nov
Prompt: I’m not using a specific prompt. I’m just wingin’ it.
This never comes easy
and I think that’s true for most people.
I spew forth nonsense, trying
ever so dearly for comprehension.
It’s all bullshit.
I admit it freely, having
no reservations about it
in the slightest.
I sit, I stare, I ponder
I write, I delete, I change.
Knowing all of this is as foreign to me,
as Columbus was to the Native Americans.
What makes a line a line?
Why stop there? Who says
it shouldn’t stop at “who” and not “says?”
Because I’m half guessing as it is.
I think I’m clever, citing
Witticisms from conversations.
But my wit never manifests
itself in anything I write.
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InfiniteHope on 11.04.2012
“But my wit never manifest itself in anything I write.” That made me laugh. Clever, I was thinking of writing a poem about not wanting to write one or not knowing what to say. I feel like you accomplished this and more, in a successful way.