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.
Prompted by Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 9.