GO FIGURE

GO FIGURE

grit my teeth
growl
    grate
on nerves

locked and loaded
with
   regard to this poem

wherein
   so little that is not
grisly, grizzled,

             lost
my scissors
hence such a pathetic
non-existent
editing job

all the great
grievous words getting. spit
out
    retched up

grist to my greedy
linguistic mill

and in that
pyramid of skulls
       so much grit
about the engine, gristle
things
    left to grieve

alchemy to belly
        to halt that collapse
keeping
   it clenched
                     going
against the grain

everything here battling
through
       striving to
spite time

in
  its own way

go figure:

the tower
now too high  my bones
just too light

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