i want to write

i want to write poetry
but
all i can say has already been said
or is unremarkable
or contrived
song lyric variations
eloquent and sad
trite and forced.
have i no original thoughts?
have i words of my own?
[cliche cliche]

and yet
something wells up within
my soul
boils and spits:
hisses like a teapot upon a red-hot front burner.
but
there's something stuck in the spout
obstruction
becomes more firmly lodged
the hotter the flame
the steam
its pressure.
let the steam out - let it hiss and shriek!
out the obstruction and the words
might
flow
might
flow.


put the kettle on, the fire's hot.