Poetry and speeches

And worse


Assumption of production

Of ease of production

As if these beloved words

Are redundancies


Locked, Loaded, and ready

Expected forthwith

Within I find humor

Because the irony is

That within I find doubt

Their confidence is

The expectation is

A slap in the face

Which is why she

My sweet muse whispers so little

These days

Or perhaps in my doubt I have stopped listening

While she screams