Sledge Hammer Man

True poets


Words flow like satin

Caress the eyes

Sooth the soul

Waterfall rhymes
cascading kindly
across eager eyes

They elevate us all
with grace and style

True poets
are timeless

I on the other hand

scratch uneven
forgettable phrases
on sandpaper

Coarse verse bursts

Abrasive syntax
irritates the eyes

Abuses the ears

If you choose
to read me aloud
there is
no flow to be found

As I blast away
at my own

picking the scabs
of comfortable fallacies

painful as they may be

My heart exposed
to the scrutiny
of all to see

Even the fears
of my poetic
you are reading here

I am not a true poet

I am just a blue collar guy
killing time

Desperately typing
and trying
to make sense somehow

before my battery dies



About @stgreenie

I am my own best friend because I do so enjoy my company

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