Poet 18: The_Lemon_Yellow_Donkey

An Awkward Poem

I start
and
then
I stop,
but…
in the midst
of
        those
short moments

there’s a rhythmic pacing
that carries the pen
along the page, leaving
me somewhere else;
never quite where
I sit.

Then,
a pause

as the women of the past,
the drunken escapades
and my family
cascade for mention.

I shun them
all
and carry on
writing
this awkward
poem
about
an awkward time
At an awk
ward pa
ce.

The End

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