Prosaic Hell by Don Matthews

An abstract image of a young man walking through a doorway in the open page of a standing book and there are flames on either side of the book
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I have so many poems

They wait, pile up, say “send”

They keep on procreating

Drives me round the bend

This bloody rhyme’s addictive

I gotta have my words

Injected for my daily fix

It’s damnably absurd

You say to me go rehab

They will de-rhyme your brain

Jack and Jill won’t climb the hill

They’ll prose you till you’re sane

I’m worried your suggestion

Although you mean me well

Will simply addict-transfer me

Into prosaic hell


Don is an Australian writer who focuses on humour.  He runs the ‘Flippant, Comic, and Serious’ website.

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. Terveen Gill says:

    Don’s writing highlights a dilemma that seems to have no resolve. Whether it’s poetry or prose neither have a start or end. The writer never rests whether it’s morning, noon, or night, the creative juices keep flowing irrespective of darkness or light. Rhyme can be sneaky, it slips here and there with ease, programming the brain to blow out the words like a furious sneeze. I’ll stop now while I’m still in control or is that a misconception too?
    Congratulations Don!

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  2. Words are absolutely addictive, thanks for the cool poem Don.

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