I want to be in the Anthology.

I want to be in the anthology

Because words are nice and to rhyme in verse

And curse at hate.

Emotions that can speak as echoes echoes echoes...

Often my words don’t dance, they are broken

They stumble and mumble prose

What-used-to-be-cool-90’s-lingo

I am colour blind with words

Blue is grey

Orange is purple

And green doesn’t exist so often my images are obscured

As for sibilance I reject such sounds.

And onamatopia is a word I can never spell

So I SLASH pen to paper

SLASH pen to paper.

I’m not good with endings either.

general musing.