October Collage Poem: Déjà vu
Skip to the blue book, where Kerouac
Sounds better than Spanish
Pouring madness into teacups
Weeping daily for the return of summer
Relinquish, forgive, summer
Washed up love on a bed of lies
Impelled by the weird sisters
Into someone else’s destiny
I have got a mental block
Can’t think of the rhyme
So you’ll have to wait til next time
A missed boat tripped and slipped past
To gardens of neglect, where flowers have no epitaph.
There is beauty in words
A time in space
She thinks with her heart.
Her heart is broke in two.