Balls to the Wall

Le sigh. No critique. I know it sucks just posting for the sake of it.

MIOM

May 31, 2009 / 12:15 pm

I don't wanna talk about
How I feel, don't wanna
Seal the deal. Don't
Require that praise I used
To desire, one of these days
I'm jumping the next train,
Forget the mundane. You
Don't wanna be me when
The lights come on, I can
Recite the Gospel of John,
I forget what we agreed upon
But I know I'm withdrawn.
In a roundabout way I'm on
Alphanumeric display. If you
Can decode a Pindaric ode and
If I can get through literary
Review we'll be set, albeit upset
That we missed the place bet call.
This poem is as boring as professional
Baseball. All in all, lame as St. Paul,
Balls to the wall chicken scrawl.

Reviews

[BjH]

"This poem is as boring as professional
Baseball. All in all, lame as St. Paul,
Balls to the wall chicken scrawl."

Reads like your angry without shouting or raising your voice and therefore keeping some kind of moral highground.
I like the ending, it closes the poem nicely.

Benjamin.