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The Art of Procrastination Poetry During Essay Writing on Poetry, Modern
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by Danielle Soucy
This mind of mine, exhausted from over-
use, spilling like a rain-cloud turning paper soggy
I stumble— tripping in puddles on
the edge of pages, hazy in my head I read three?
and to two and
back again yet, in blurs, again, of wording make no
sense is oblivious, again.
Cannot carve thoughts into language into a mess of phrases with
these upside-down letters, like my dying alphabet simply cannot shake hands with
the enemy, the [f-o-e] of some bitter-mouthed blaspheme, another[c-u-s-s] again cannot
distinguish nor separate the first
class elegance of
sentence
structure
from the last—Enter: precision in my prison, handcuffed. mental Beating.
Wrongfully written—No!
again not!
Not—stop.
another reading, behind bars of my words.
Do not re-re-read that all over—
DeathSentenced.
Beginning,
Again. You may say, crazy I am! or think I stutter, (although clearly not particularly) but
can I ask quick if each suffers from this
torturous lys-dexia organization of,
(the tax-syn)
that explodes, blissfully? in a bomb of verse—thrive,
I on this, my demise, my persecution
puts smiles on and yanks and pulls
my head again, I guess,
my script, consciously, will inevitably
forever be
collapsing (yet it is the fatality of this poetry, which keeps me
breathing, irony inspiring, this mind of mine, alive again.)
Danielle Soucy grew up in a small fishing town in New England. After completing her MFA in Creative Writing at Chapman University, she continues to reside in Orange, CA, where she writes and coaches gymnastics.
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