Running Out of Rhyme

I used to move as fast as cars
runways built in space and mars.
I would dart as far as I could trace 
the words moving off the chart

Every other sound that rhymes 
Feels like argh, I paint a corner squiggle
argh, I’m bankrupt, gridlocked power struggle
argh no way out of a jigsaw puzzle

Stopped and bound, inside my head
as round as this machine could bleed
My life into moving tree -
BANG! Bark and Fire Stark!

I awake inside a maze
Forest lost to the barren dark
Mixing things that didn’t mix
Stories I couldn't fix,

I felt a apart
I couldn’t even paint an argh
no where left but something leapt
Silent meaning had effect

Movement kept me on a stretch
where rhymes were just erect -
waving signs above my head,
hard and fixed, solid bricks

I really wanted sounds and tricks,
clever tips and catchy bits
songs that keep me in a fix
Kungfu, water, flowing bliss

Then words fell off the page again
I was back it didn’t matter
rhymes could be like fish batter
but narrative was fatter!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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