Ten attempts at mediocrity, I haven’t got a page. <br />Nine pedestrian passages, empty fits of rage <br />Eight fragments, contrived, stilted and trite <br />Seven cigarettes, that burned throughout the night <br />Six tremors, murky dancing depression <br />Five attempts, to settle my obsession <br />Four lines, throw caution to the wind <br />Three girls that have lived with me in sin <br />Two times I thought I got the jist <br />One time I slit my wrist <br /> <br />(April 2007)<br /><br />Daniel Kline<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ten-attempts/
