m.b.b.

writing is like playing Tetris
I fit the words into the right slot,
rotating the words around in my mouth
before laying the correct brick down

I am a poet,
just 29,
you can write tags on your city block
but you can’t write mine

I am the one & only M.B.B.,
razor sharp with my fountain pen’s nib
ready to write you a new one, anytime

M.B.B.
10/6/2020 (edited 12/2/2020)

Morning Pages

I like to do morning pages because it helps me suss out my thoughts, especially when I’m working on my blog posts—or my current fantasy novel. 

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Legacy. What is a legacy?

It’s bonsai seedlings planted during your lifetime, see
it’s words written for a treaty
it’s mike-drops before your cabinet,
a plan to get through to Congress

my legacy is in words,
tattooed onto my wrists, black words upon my white flesh

it’s fighting endlessly
for publishers go-ahead to the printing press

it’s waking up early & writing morning pages,
I guess

drink a cup of tea
then maybe write a few sentences

I write for the sunrise,
I wait for the next mental plot surprise

& I, only 29, write my own poems,
you can’t write mine

M.B.B.
7/8/2020

Note: some lines are inspired by the musical Hamiltion.