Thursday, July 22, 2010


I have metrophobia
I can’t stand poetry.

When birds sing
Or the sun shines

I cover my eyes
To live in fear.

I have metrophobia
Your verses plague me.

When I hear rhythm
I get ear plugs

But silence, damn it
Is still too poetic.

I have metrophobia
Perhaps this is hell?

The breeze blows
Like pitchforks

Jabbing with
Iambic meter.

And all that's best
of dark and bright

Burns, burns, burns
The senses in my brain.

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