A comma, coughs:
“Just git to the point
...willya! ”
The question
(quick off the mark)
parenthetically exclaims:
“Oh...why don’t we...! ”
“Shaddup! ”
snarl some shifty looking characters.
The question mark
shaddups!
“Alright, alright, alright! ”
yell the quotation marks
“Keep your Caps. Lock on
... for gawds sake! ”
An exclamation mark spits
almost in italics
and underlines in bold just what it has said.
“Just because you are upper case
doesn’t mean you can
look down on us lower letters! ”
“You wouldn’t treat us this way
if the human was here! ”
(they say in an WHATEVER HAPPEN TO BABY JANE way)
A group of letters tremble
(trapped in brackets)
“Ah…but he isn’t here...is he? ”
The Upper Cases mock and jeer.
Just then I return
to find
everything
quiet
as the words
I left on the page
when I went out.
I sip the hot tea
(Earl Grey for me)
trying desperately to find something to write about
...but can’t!
The words just won’t talk to me!
I pack it in for the night
convinced I can hear
the tiny voices
of words...words
but where..where!
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/writer-s-blo-ck-for-lyn/
