Comatose

COMATOSE

Some call it verse without the rhyme 
Marcel Marceau without the mime 
The wasted words get joined in prose 
and leave me mostly comatose..... 

Yes busted prose is comatose 
like coffins in a hearse 
modern verse is for the crows 
for making nests or worse... 

so proze for those that wind it so,
just can't get a handle on it,
the modern world loves it though,
i just can't place the grommet.

Don Johnson 12-jul-11
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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