Poetry, this time mine

I found this in my files today. It’s probably my favorite piece that I’ve done, though I never finished it. But as my poetry instructor used to say, “A poem is never finished, merely abandoned.” Thanks, Cody.


I know a lazy language lover who lives for alliteration.
Every time I visit, he makes boring passes
while pouring glasses of rhyme.

I spotted one in a dress who made my entendres
do double takes; her metaphors bounced
like similes, her hyperbole swayed majestically.

I met an idiom on his last leg. He said limply,
“All my syllables were always too stressed.”
Collapsed then did his syntax.


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