An ode perhaps,
A dirge, a play on my harp,
A simple playing with words,
Or writing wacky wobbly wondrously woven thoughts
in a drab,
A lovely sonnet perhaps,
If I were smarter maybe I could do MacBeth but
for blacks,
A pluck of notes on my strings?
Or improvise with a riff,
Something am giving no thought,
Minimalistic at best,
Maybe sit, maybe punch, maybe drool on my keys,
Cut the emotions and laughs,
Rid it of story or flow,
Just punch away till it’s done,
I like to play with these duds,
When all I want is sit and wank, and maybe pass
up the time,
“Oh damn, I think I’ll just vibe,
To something simple perhaps.”
@Job Kerry
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