This poem thought it was a song.

..
,
and then it realized perhaps it had a more
subtle flow. It lost its tune. It tried to
swallow the sun. It danced two steps
forward right into a damn hole. It
sold its own soul for some magic
beans and a promise nobody ever
planned to keep. It fell asleep.
It failed its SATs. (It stood too
soon.) It spat out the moon
because she was too full.
It sat around on its as
-terisk all day.

And then, it ran out of things
to say. Hmmmmmm.
This poem
hummed,
any
way.

 

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Prompted by Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 9

 

 

 

 

 

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One Response to This poem thought it was a song.

  1. Susan says:

    Hahaha! Perfect! My favorite bits:
    “It failed its SATs. (It stood too
    soon.) It spat out the moon
    because she was too full.
    It sat around on its as
    -terisk all day.”

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