if I were given poetry,,and it was my only thing,,,,,
could I respect worldly words,,enough to never sing,
some sound sublime ?,,,,what?,,,,,just juggle rhyme?
clearly,makes me weary,,chewi'n up dictionaries,,,
spittin' out vocabularies,,,,,,,,!
but poetry doin't come easy,,,laughter,,,suprise,,,pain,,,
and way too much of that human stain,,,,,,,and ,,
in the end,,sooner or later,,,,,,,,,,,,
its just fading marks on a scrap of paper,,,,
once enthused,,now bearly used,,,
still the exercise was purely gold ,,,,
if at the time it fed your soul.
E . J . F L A T O 2013