Fuzzy Tangerine Clouds

Poetry

has to be

so damn hard.

.

Trying to write

a fuzzy tangerine blanket

Balled on a cloud couch

for contest of comfort

in vocal

Submission

.

Lost in translated

Language splice

speeches slide

Severed enjamb

Comfort

There is none

In verse

.

Or stanza

.

Oh, right

Bullshit contest

wax comfort on

Tangerine throw clouds

Fuzzy like a puppy

or something yada yada yada

bat angel eyelashes

Box checked

I did it.

.

Vocal Submission

For 40 days

And for 40 nights

I sacrifice, engage, venture beyond

familiarity string

theoried words nonsense

into composition

Call it poetry

.

So maybe I can find comfort

in what happened.

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