TORNADO
No matter
how hard I tried
I just [b]couldn't seem
to make the wotds come out right
on the page.
They were
there all right-
swirling in my head
telling their tale
so fast that I was left
with holes
missing words
bits and pieces
of the story completely
washed away in the storm.
It was like
a tornado
in my head,
unsure
as to where
it would land.
But
I kept trying
changing
a thing or two
tweaking
this word
rearranging
that sentence.
Until
what I came out with
looked like a
murkey version
of what was in
my head.
CLICHE'
Unfortunately
that murky version
was a complete
cliche'.
Done before
bigger
better
and yet
the same.
It was
perfect,
in a sense,
imperfect
in another.
I TRIED AGAIN
So
I balled up
another piece of paper
and tossed it
toward my
already overflowing
trash can.
And then,
I tried again.
And again.
And
again...
I GAVE UP
Eventually
I gave up.
Two hours,
wasted.
Of course,
to me,
those were some very productive
two hours.
Because
even though
I didn't get
even one
usable page,
I know knew
which two hundred
were unusable.
DEAN
Exhausted,
I grabbed
a new paint by number set
and
slipped out
my door.
You see,
I love
the outdoors.
But
I love
watching Dean swim
from my back porch
even more.
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