Thoughts under construction:
Take what you will, stranger
Craft a hidden hint
Of satire,
Maybe anger.
Or just
Let it all kind of dangle
And say
I'm worthless.
And it's all worthless
Considering
Poetic merit is left
To the discretion
Of a reader
I've never met.
We're too idealistic
Shifting into pencil gears,
Thinking
We have the power
To overtake
A highway of minds
With our meek
Pathetic cries.
I guess the best approach
Is to consider
That we're just paddling down
A creek of blurbs.
And streams just wash away
So don't put so much weight
On what you have to say.
Metaphors, a dime a dozen
Are the distant cousins of ambiguity.
Say what you mean.
It ain't new to me
Pick a sticky rhyme
Entwined in tricky lines.
A nifty hidden charm
And slickly called divine.
Sigh...
I've done it all before.
There's nothing more you said
Than fifty mimes.
We fall apart.
Just
Let another
Eat your words
And wait to see
If they can vomit art...