Lxnnnie Rutledzh Poet Rhyme

Half Full Circles

Raping paper and wasting ink
Attempting to bag the bubbles

  I think,

    Or thunk— but I stunk
      or I think— that I stink—

Like the ship this drunken captain will sink.

As I crack the bow with
  my eyes as I blink.

Will I not be one with the Zen in this pen
  before this cartridge is empty again?

For I’m out and about
  and the words in my mouth
    keep tumbling out
      like bumbling clowns—
Spinning unsound and dancing around
  till all of the clowns fall
    down on the ground,
Which resembles the paper
  that I’ll sign like a waiver 
    when I try to be clever
      and write it down later—

Wasting more ink and raping more paper.

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