Poetry

CAPO

I fret when I feel
the verse too rehearsed
the line too on time
the abstract too exact—
or an interior rhyme too
refine, sublime, or—
one trick tony

I pony up to run
on the rail—then
afraid to fail, I move wide
to be sure to obscure
the finish line- that
Winner’s Circle of Hell—
and subsequent pell-mell
descent— to dissent the
matter, of my canon

NaPoWriMo April 2020.


Published by r.douglas

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

3 thoughts on “CAPO”

  1. Bill says:

    Another fine example of your sneaks and peeks. Well made, Sir Doug. Yes. Cool.

    1. r.douglas says:

      You be the cool one, Bill. Thanks.

  2. obscure the finish line, I love that um line

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