Attempt at the Unspeakable

Words won’t come.
cloudy memory
Forcing fruitless creative endeavor.

Built a car and drove to the ends of the Earth.
Shrugged, bored,
turned around and flew back again.

Common sense
Past tense

Belief in
counting demons before they hatch
plans for world domination

in this weather
collapse beneath chains

to past
of future
lucid dreams

True sir,
but were you really there?

Trying to write a poem
without me, my, you or I
guess ego
death is not something
I believe in.

EJZ 06.28.2015

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