busted thoughts
and scathing pen
daring me
to write
again
I fight with
every syllable
punching every
pit of
bull
my musty brain
begins to crank
pulverising
banter’s
bank
grinding words
to cobblestones
that skip the path
to future
poems
that’s all I’m of
these words internal
scorching me
until
inferno
burn, baby, burn
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