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Garbage Poem

In Poetry on January 29, 2018 at 9:45 am

I want to write but

all I write is

Garbage.

And who wants to read that?

That’d be like

digging in the trash

to find

rotten leftovers

and expecting anyone to

eat it.

It’s not a 5-star meal.

 

The words start as

thoughts in my head

and end up like

garbage on the page.

Stinking of second-rate talent.

Smelling like weak attempt.

Oozing desperation.

 

I cling to the notion that

I should be doing

this.

Grasping at my titles:

“poet”

“writer”

“artist”

Hoping I can be creative in

any way.

Hoping I can still make this

work.

So, tell me,

Who wants to read my

Garbage poem?

It may be my best yet.

 

Julia Bodwell, USA

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The Drive Wandered

In Poetry on January 12, 2018 at 10:00 am

Glued down roads woven with past future recipes
made with Love and electric bondage.

The soldering is a bit shaky,
but we get the picture.

The picture poses questions of—

tribes

and an orangish-red metal liquid that clicks upon thought, action

and directive.

 

Gregory Gathman, USA