I am tired of meaningless drivel
and bantering words
against a notebook
that mocks each turn of phrase
because since grade-school
I have been unable
to keep my letters in the lines
and my life and my verse
likewise voice of course…
it’s just the curse of being
born to follow some sort of
unbridled lunge and dip
through err on the side of caution
then abruptly stumble over impulse
just when the bounce
seems to be in my step.