BLOGGER'S BLUES

 

Dear oh dear,

hear,

 

I want to be frank,

you need to be powerfully drunk

 

to dig back all the rhymes you have lost

and can’t get now to this post,

 

they have been so fast,

flashes in the bloody bright dust:

 

time, the whole time seems to have perpetually missed them

caught in the buzz of its own ticking phlegm

 

that in the end tells you to shut up, give up any strife,

you already knew, didn’t you?, this is just life,

 

it had already warned us, unsheathing his sword:

“the word within a word unable to speak a word”.