2015-04-13

詩 The Buzz

The sounds of a warm Southern night
Exciting new ways to connect
With my fellow human beings
Now mere stultifying prattle

The beaten horse, zombie-like, yet lives
Ad nauseam in rear-view mirror, post-nauseam now looms
I am either condescendingly bored to tears
Or made to feel painfully inadequate


(for April 12, 2015, National Poetry Writing Month)

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