adam barricklow

Definite

Sometimes, times like now, I can't
decide if I am unable to write, or if
there is simply nothing left to write
about, every subject perfectly summed
up, wrapped up in metaphors with
simile ribbons.

And though it may sound strange, I
start to worry, that perhaps there
has always been a limit to the number
of poems that would be written.

So I start cursing my careless ones,
the ones about some fling-at-love that
only half meant something, and all
those poems written just after 3am
full of beer and nothing but sad stories.

Perhaps there is some sad-in-love girl
out in California that just finished the
last one, leaving that guy in Illinois
never able to finish his Haiku, even
though he needs just one more syllable.