Bend Myself To The Work

I think I am unable to write today
Although I have enough to say

Although there is enough in my way
to irritate me into spilling it

like a pirate spilling gold
onto a table before a greedy crew

like a thief offering plundered wealth
onto a floor before his captors

like a train robber dumping loot
to trackside where the law will get it

There is just enough here
to make me hoard it

for myself until I figure out
what it means

and then jealously let it go
stingy at the outset

but more and more freely
as it means less to me personally

until there is nothing left
and I am satisfied

sated that even the darkest knowledge
has been shared

Although I am unable to write today
I must try

and bend myself
to the work required

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onward,
T


About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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