All night I was swaying on
An ocean boat
Turning left to straight and
Straight to right
In my strange adventure
Citing poetry I wrote on an
Instant basis
Amazed that the words
In rhyme and free style
Slipped off my tongue so
Rapidly in succession.
But it was though that
I wanted to stop this other
Me
Of producing lines
Run off a human machine.
This poet wished to record
The verses
But the other me prided
Himself part of a slam
Nobody could freeze or
Write the stanzas down.
Unto the early morning
I still tried in desperate awe
Repeating a line
Or two.
Yet the scene ended in a
Subline reckoning of poetry
Having been dreamt
But impossible to have
A ghost of a chance to be
Recorded for posterity.
SUBLIME.EMILBUS
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’18.