(i) Words are like glass jars, my friend. At some point, their being empty becomes blatantly obvious. (ii) i cannot see at all this place is steamy Now you're cooking with gas and it feels like nobody is watching
A month or so ago, somebody posted a prompt that involved finding an old poem and negating it. I tried and tried and this was one of my attempts. I found it tonight and thought I’d put it up there and see what people make of it. I seem to be empty of poetry at the moment. A lot of other stuff happening so found poems make me feel like I’m still participating.