No Sway

I'd like to say
I was feeling the sway
Of poetry yes
For my success
At writing much
Is ever easier done
When I'm feeling the flow
And can go go go
Not as goodly fast
As writing prose
About my stupid life
But fast enough
To write the goodly hundreds
Of words I wish to write
So that when I return home
I'll be untroubled
By the weight of the need
To goodly bleed
A crashing wave of words

But it matters not today
This lack of the sway
Because I am blessed
With talent yes
To strike a goodly vein
And mine it well
Which is what I'm doing now
As you can plainly see
With mine own poetry
Of the gateway kind
That's plainer than most

Like you must have noticed this
In the goodly weeks
That you've been reading
My goodly offerings
I say with hope
That this it ain't
Your first day here
Because you might just say
What the fuck is this
Before you shake your head
And go back to bed
Becuase you like to read
The blogs you do
In the early morning
And I might be
Just a little much for you
At the start of the day

Though that's none too likely
If we're being frank
At least on the scale
Of language hard
And blooded violence
But  one can never tell these days

Or maybe more
Too damn common
As I don't write
The kind of verse
That floats in the air
Saying nothing
While trying to sound
Deep and profound

But maybe
As I pause and sigh
You'll never read
What came before
I wrote this
As that was writ
On the goodly device
Dying from
Its latest charge
That caught me unawares

Not that I didn't know
That it was coming
Because yes I did
I just wrote too far
And saved not
Those very words
Of which I spoke

Now if that happens
That I can't in fact
Retrieve the goodly part
I'll be a little glum
Because it was dumb
As they say
To be but caught
As if my pants were down
And let the time run out

Only that is what I did
So caught up
In the doing of my verse
That I lost for now
My goodly words before

And glum it is
Yes putting it mildly
As I'll surely shake my fist
At mine device
Then at myself
Because in the end
It's on me
For failing to save it yes

Does any of this
Make full on sense
I'll admit
That it's not my best
As I fear I lost the plot
But this what you got
And you will like it yes
So say I me
Your favourite fishity

Charles Petrie

Date
08-16-19

Time
As Swift As Inspiration Allows

Word Count

461