By Ed Higgins
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we all do it, of course
but poets especially:
like bareback bull riders
bone-broken astride
the arching back
words buck, rear, kick–
spin and twist to throw
the writer off the page
a severe arse ache
trying to pound
words creatively
out of the brain’s chute
of self-mutilation
onto the blank page
looking for control
still mounted while
constantly off balance
mostly words
never quite manage
to fully hold on
to not fall off
into language’s
dust-filled arena
the straddling ends
intentionally
or not
trying to make sense
of the world’s unmanageable
tragic ride
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