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straddling words

By Ed Higgins


we all do it, of course

but poets especially:

like bareback bull riders

bone-broken astride

the arching back

words buck, rear, kick–

spin and twist to throw

the writer off the page


a severe arse ache

trying to pound

words creatively

out of the brain’s chute

of self-mutilation

onto the blank page


looking for control

still mounted while

constantly off balance


mostly words

never quite manage

to fully hold on

to not fall off

into language’s

dust-filled arena


the straddling ends


or not


trying to make sense

of the world’s unmanageable

tragic ride


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