Brainmush / Inner Monologue #3 (december monologue #1)

why am i beginning this poem with a question?
tell me why my eyelids hurt the way they do
please don't shake your groove thang.
	this isn't the time or place
i don't even bother to stitch together my thoughts
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i don't want to start expressing my disgust
in that poets much, much worse than myself
	can be in top ten for long weeks
beauty is expensive and right now I'm in debt
I can't solve her puzzle, I don't care
	to put the money in her wallet to try
So I will out write her, out-talent her.
My smile beats hers.
Certainly could kick her ass.
Starting to crave a little violence or excitement
I want to change the subject.

©1999 Katrina Kidwell Johnson