psychotic plunking on a xylophone

i forgot what i wanted to say
or maybe i said it already?
poetry in my mind is gone
by the time i find a pen
pictures in my head
won’t translate to the paper
like all i can do
is fuck it up
trying to write
to draw
the magical music in my ear
but all i manage
is the psychotic plunking
of a xylophone
i’d be a genius
if i knew what i was
trying to
say.

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