Unpoetry

Colloquies skittering
across the frying pan
of my mind.

Ideas bouncing
in my consciousness
like toes bared to the sand
in the Mojave sun.

The speech of my tongue
uselessly searching for thoughts
hiding in the confines of my head

My little words
trying to communicate
large ideas
beyond my understanding.

All my trying
to piece together
the ins and outs of a conversation
fall short of my intentions.

I try and try
but all my efforts
fall short of true poetry.

They are all wrong.  

Unpoetry.