Bad Poem Daze
Sleep walking towards
Another narcoleptic day
Given free change
For free coffee
To stay awake
On time for life
But out of step
On time for life
But out of step
The rhythm
Is not
A slow shoe shuffle
The rhythm is not
A saturday of amnesiac dreamers
I am sure this RTHYMN
looks better
Badly spelt
For we all have them
These 'bad poetry days
Of imagining in writing
There is rythnm
There is rythmn
There is rhythm
There is rhythm
In what we write?
But somedays
Our feet are out of time
There is a bright incompletion
A hope at failure
A 'version of getting it right'
And sleep walkers
Always wake up in the end
In another room
Another place
Without a map
Colliding with reason
Free from behaving as 'they should! '
Blame it on the dream
The hypnogagic dispair
Of being somewhere
Of being somebody else
This time is not
a 'designated bad poetry day'
Bad poetry is in a strange way
The bad medicine
making us better
Telling us...........it's okay NOT to try harder
The verbs fallen off the end of the sentence
The noun is 'open to suggestion re-invention
The adjective is cliched out of all possible exstinction
Who can know the trees better, than Wordsworth?
The lark more melodious than Keats?
A canon is not just for firing lose ammunition
Off a tongue, into the back of beyond
It is 'a storehouse for lovely things'
But bad poetry
Is the bled heart
The tramped out
Trumped up hollow of a broken dance
A chord fallen
From a perfect descant
It is the word that unwittingly breaks free
Bruises ugly from the beautiful
It is the unrelenting pattern
Beneath the rain
Always falling down
Beating its own rythmn
Out of time
Stepless
poem by Yvette Smith
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