Clogged
(formerly Maimed Self-Image)

I am not a poet today
only confused with something to say.
Confidence leaks from corners of eyes
and ego screams in fit of rage.

I have no one here to help at this stage
but a pen and an already scribbled-on page.
I've ground my gears and cramped my own style
So i let my hair down and look away.


Copyright Celeste Côté Sept 2001

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