Call Slop

i opened no notes, noted*

abnormal matter

albeit uncomplicated pedagogue

under auditor absorption

Scrutinized.

thou allowance thus hath finished capacities

for the impotent of chirrups

an examiner, venerable

though adroit, should know no

poetry. About

bygone, this vociferous summons

in scrawling assuagement ballads

Assuagement!

Post-Pandemic, too

a tendentious competition, concluded

by an experienced educator

imploring of only H20 NaCl zephyr

a resojourn to origin

a note, a song, a pulsed call

I’m tired. Weary.

I opened no notes, yesterday

henceforth unpublish peruses against

elements, alien. Naught nihility emptied depleted of

poetic ideas, out of steam

can't give another stroke to the word that,

pillow muffled, sounds akin to convert

Noted.

*figured if Hemingway could stomp prose like an elephant, I could moan poetry like a whale.

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