March 27, 2012
Disgust surged through my fingertips

as I thumbed through the bills.

Never able to catch my thoughts, but

I’ve held on to one…

And see, too many play

Monkey in the Middle

with my mind.

So I’ll never be able to finish

two poems, of which I have begun

two lines

that have proceeded me

to rhyme

about being unable to rhyme.

Which may be my clue

That it’s bed time.

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