If you look closely enough <br />You can see the white bones of the magnetic poetry <br />Sticking out beneath my trousers; I wanted to write poetry <br />But I followed too many rules, and I rhymed <br />God forsaken special purgatory that rhymers are exiled to. <br /> <br />You're in the wrong century; man, maybe even the wrong sex? <br />Come to think of it, you even (guffaw) think that <br />Things going up must come down, and that if you love someone <br />And let them go, they'll come back just to thank you <br />For giving them freedom to leave in the first place- <br />Wrong, diphthong-breath! <br /> <br />And may God save my soul from overt descriptions, <br />For ignoring the sins of civilization at large, <br />For failure to make critical social commentary, <br />And for noting, that nooses are always uncomfortably tight <br />Especially after sticking your own neck in. <br /> <br />If only I had chosen more enlightening themes <br />Roosters that crow raucously while you're having sex <br />And stains on ceilings representing withheld orgasms <br />There's a Ouija like quality to the magnetic tiles <br />So now I'm hoping one of my alternate selves <br />Will get into poetry in a big way.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/magnetic-poetry-bore/
