Thursday, November 3, 2011

developmental bard-ing




i have collected
key rings of every monogram
rested momentarily against
a space bar - vodka and tonic was the order
of the day - cursing
a sun that is always subtle in its awakening
it - having lasted longer
then most writers or instruments
of a developmental bard-ing


me, for me - that elusive key is
still out of reach leaving only
a single (?) mark and
outdated backspace, but (true) true even Mercury
goes retrograde - i suppose there is some
lesson within an
introspective reversal (never publish
until all goes in your direct-ion)

come midday
a future reflects an aging,
using  fear tactics to
highlight an unregulated tab key and talk
of a delete - i can not
change gods now - i have spent
a lifetime
covered in correction
paper threatening a timid shift key
into vowing the
fifth ....

Who?  Who else would listen to my confession????

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011

posted for Magpie Tales



3 comments:

  1. nice...some really cool word play in there...and the inclusions or work in of the keys as well ...

    i can not
    change gods now - i have spent
    a lifetime
    covered in correction
    paper threatening a timid shift key
    into vowing the
    fifth ....

    Who? Who else would listen to my confession????

    def my fav part....

    ReplyDelete
  2. Who else would listen to my confession. I love that line. So much depth in so few words.

    ReplyDelete
  3. are u an english teacher. life spent covered in corrections. heres to the red pen users of the world

    ReplyDelete