Procrastination Poetry

a poem comes to the page
today performance to keep
me from revising my memoir
wash the dishes and listen
to the latest foolishness
face book and YouTube feed
the birds eat breakfast more coffee

why is prose so demanding while
poetry flows out the pores onto
the screen dancing or screaming
but coming in a loud orgasm or amen
while each word in this story i tell
of my life is stirred in the cauldron of
reliving…some things hurt the heart again
each word a toothache that cannot be extracted

but this poem rocks me like a mother
gets my juices going toward the written word
transforms my isolation into strings of rhythm
and kicks my butt back to the page where i
love to spin a yarn and tell this unbelievable
story that is my short wonderful unknown life

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