burst (15/9/24)

free me from this verse
this day-to-day
this mundane
this all the same
it’s all dead rain
indigestible grain
an ankle sprain
all loss and no gain
snagged within a frame
of references strained
and definitely lame
trying to stake a claim
by etching on a name
to train it to be tame
becoming just a stain
an an uninventive bane
on a page rearranged
hopelessly contained
where it’s destined as remains
on its earthbound plane
living out its pain
forgot from where it came
a flicker of a flame
constantly in wane
and wilfully arcane
a predator to prey
a pocketful of clay
a meaning gone astray
an over-earnest play
which far from being terse
lingers like a curse
gone from bad to worse
boom to bust to burst.

© 2024 robert greig