Thesaurus By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Worn out
Like tire treads
No alignment

I find the usual haunts
Of my lexicon
Rearing up again

Groundhog day
I’ve nothing to say
I haven’t said before

I desperately want more
The scratched vinyl
Skips, skips, skips

I want to smash
This album
Over my knee

The juke box
Only has
So many songs

My selections
On fumes it seems

I repeat, repeat
Repeat , repeat
Repeat, repeat.

I also get frustrated with myself when I overuse a word. “Utopia, futile, folly” are some that I get tired of popping in my head every time I want to write.


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