I Can’t Write Poetry
“Write from your heart!”
Are you kidding?
Writing from within
Is like prying cold, dead fingers
From a last dying wish.
With sickening suspense,
Tongue stuck out
With tense tunnel vision,
I cut the barbed wires
Where I had thought
There had been heart strings.
My soul is more guarded than I thought.
“Try and reach deeeeep down.”
Have you ever tried
To finagle your fingers
Down your throat,
Groping in the dark?
While I snatch at my heart,
That precious thing,
My uvula is tickled instead.
And I vomit.