November and by now I’d learned
non-sequitors in onerous trap.
Hardwon? Hardly a notion back then?
All I hear is the harping of lesson
on repeat chords, vapid twanging
and fractious fate.
You’d chewed more than bubblegum
notes. Numbing, electronic beat
blaring in ear. Falling into too
much sentiment? Too little? All
turned slate gray. No telling now,
who’d stray, or stay.
Prompt: Without warning, November PAD Chapbook Challenge had begun. I’m mostly clueless but I think I’ve done it before.
“Write a stay poem. A poem about staying put, not leaving, and/or dealing with someone (or something) that refuses to leave. Or…
Write a go poem. Fans of The Clash probably know which song prompted today’s prompt. But yeah, this is basically the opposite of staying–you know, going.”