You Oughta Be In Poetry. By Alyssa Trivett

Slap the tap dancin' hands

on the plastic toy keyboard.

Fire neuron lines 

standing in line

at the self checkout while someone buying a box of beer and cat kibble

can't seem to 

scan the barcode properly.

Pen about it to mope.

I purchased pens 

on Amazon,

they were cheaper than 

the $6.35 submission fee coulda used to

fill my tank up. Instead, I

slashed my own tires,

only in stanzas,

to have enough late night

comedy routine material to

make up another poem.

It's mostly a blessing, 

somewhat a curse,

in the way the 

3 AM hours seem to linger on

with words.

While you're swabbing the

bathroom floor and the poems build up...

to quote

The Lawrence Arms:

Fire away.

Alyssa Trivett is a wandering soul from the Midwest. When not working two jobs, she chirps down coffee while scrawling lines. Her work has appeared in many places, but most recently at Ex Ex Lit, and Duane's PoeTree site.