Isn’t That Write?

Three micropoems:

I.

Tonight I shall write

Like never before,

With my left hand,

And my right brain,

To make even less sense

Than I did before!

II.

How can you hope

To be written into

Someone else’s story

When you are

Unwittngly writing

Yourself out of

Your own little tale?

III.

We used to read

Because we

Could not write;

We would then read,

Because we

Wanted to write;

We read now,

Because we

Write too much!

©Aaysid

“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
Jack Kerouac

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