Poetry Contest On My Desk

Poetry Contest on my Desk ……..Peter Onyancha Sometimes when I bleed on paper The ink does not talk me well And I lose the contest words The words come; all at once Me here! Me! No, me! They scream for choice They beg the ear Listen, the streaming screams Daunt, open me, pen me! Listen my sound; I even rhyme some time No, me, another word – I live like a metaphor; I come easy Count me in, keen, out with it I am the word. Now I want to nab you, snap! To chastise the babysitter ego I want an academy of anger I think it, but the ink belies I want to stitch – even that is not the word! I want to hide and write But look behind me The words are chasing Like little toons!