These are the lyrics [Poem]

These are the lyrics.

I

These are the lyrics to a song
that hasn’t been written in it’s
entirety—

Every attempt has been thwarted by
bad pens, little time, no interest
and blatantly incorrect words.

The one who  wants to pen
these words hasn’t got writer’s
block, rather a misplaced urgency.

Lost are  all cares in newspapers,
or who was  elected, or even the
weather.  He doesn’t care to go out today.

II

My hands don’t understand sharps,
flats, bass,  etc.  My eyes don’t
calm care for orchestrations.

”’Long ago I gave up on looseleaf

paper,  and those scribbled out words

for a stationary digital cursor.”

And here when the page ends here,

the cursor laughs at me; it, taunting

knows this is uncomfortably unfinished

and thus unsung.

2.02.09/7.17.10 (revised)

[Chester Kent]

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