Lessons Not Learnt from Prose

How to get away with a run on sentence

instead of sentenced to running errands,

Or, how to run away and get on with life

at the same time, laughing and loathing

Cheers to wearing new clothing

To clawing, to clutching, these fears

that we’re chucking, it’s not all for nothing

Line for line, rhyme for rhyme, learning

and roaming, tongue-tied until the tomb

times out, owning yourself, recycled, cyclical

back to the womb, pulled like the tide by the moon

Reborn in a splash, upside-down, upset

obscene, unfair, I never asked to be here!

Or did I? Didn’t we all? Swim the fastest

and summon the gal, someone said it’s called

flying when you learn how to fall

Face first, palms out, as long as you’re trying

muster the strength, the thirst, push through

the crying, taper the tightrope, rewind the whining

This is what I was taught, dazed, tazed

but not from the bleachers, tortured by prose

Poetry is my teacher