Broken Verbs And Writers Block Poem by Lonnie Hicks

I coddle these Broken Verbs
hold them to light
to see if they will move me
beyond this adjectival, noun less state.

I am all Metaphor and Simile
swimming in Transitivity;
in my Pluperfectness.

My Gerunds
and Participles dangle
my Clauses fragment;
when I speak
I know only Dark Words
and Raven Poems.

Today I am tense;
less.
My Grammar is broken
my etiology's vague
and my words
have different and even
contradictory meanings.

I am reading the dictionary-
definition of Happiness;
it is confusing;
and depressing.
Look it up you will see.

So here now
I construct
Ist person sentences
to be
a step beyond
what Grammar I am today.

And each time I get
to the very last Clause
and the Period end
of the day.
Relieved.