words
sometimes the words just won't come,usually when i'm sitting in front
of a keyboard with all the elements
laid out before my eyes
like a bunch of puzzle pieces
with an infinite number
of possible arrangements,
none of which form coherent images
and other times
the words just won't
stop -
they harass me
at night
in bed,
won't let me sleep
they harass me
on my way to work
they harass me
at work
they harass me
4/2/18
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2018-04-18 at 22:24
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