Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Murder

I killed my creativity.
Choked it out with twitter.
They make plenty of apps
that'll do the trick.
I threw it in a hasty grave
in the backyard
during commercials.

The next day
my dog pawed it up.
Dragged its ragged carcass
across the lawn,
so I chucked it in the trash can.
I guess I miss it
on occasion,
but I can't think of why.

1 comments:

Chris Andrews said...

Brent,
My apologies on the delay. The poem pretty much sums up why. It's similar to another poem, but oh well. I'll endeavor to write more.