reservoir dynamics
there are so many words i would NEVER use in a poem
so many clichés and so many shaped lines
couplets and permutations thereof
so many rhymes and so many enjambments
tenses and alliterated personifications
so many lambent halcyon salad days
and all the poems that begin with i
or she or me and
all of them going
et cetera et cetera et cetera
such an uneconomical well to drill
that my reservoir of words has congealed
what was a flaming gusher has exploded
cloy are the tar sands of ubiquity
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