A Helluva Story

 
Sat down with a cup of coffee, a piece of clear white and an ink pen, to write this poem, then a different one, and well, then... However, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find the endings, so these are the three attempts of writing the same poem, each a different way and never finding an ending...  

 
 
 
coffee comes in variety  
-slow percolated coffee  
-meticulous pods  
-instant and high speed  
on the run  
 
I'm a pod kinda guy  
I find the instant  
watered down  
and tasteless  
the percolated  
becomes  
more of a chore  
than a drink  
pods though provide  
that flavor  
with a moment for thought  
 
I was thinking, I like lifts  
they're effortless in their flow  
from one story to the other  
Escalators are mad  
all that virus on the black-belt  
all the chewing gum taking a trip  
from soles  
Nike to Addidas  
Though, I have recently found myself  
looking through doors  
in a attempt  
to find a set of stairs  
slower but rewarding  
 
.  
 
 
speed is a thing  
when written by a non-writer  
at a desk  
on paper  
by hand  
it seems a bit cheeky  
that a guy  
with a crappy haircut  
and an education that  
excluded  
talking about  
politics  
religion  
and sex  
would even dare  
relate the  
story!  
 
Star trek left a hole  
when the arm tattoo  
came up, that girl didn't do  
a single thing to be labeled  
a tool  
 
honestly, sometimes  
reflections, sang it best  
 
.  
 
 
There once was a maiden so fair  
Who sat in a cane rocking chair  
Doing paintings, crafts and other arts  
While reading words and novels in parts  
 
While reading words and novels in parts  
She'd bake fresh cupcakes and jam tarts  
Discussing the world and the war  
Talking tattoos her family wore  
 
Talking tattoos her family wore  
While reading words and novels in parts  
This maiden took to all the hearts  
of soldiers and statues, whose uniforms tore  
 
Of soldiers and statues, whose uniforms tore  
Talking tattoos her family wore  
While reading words and novels in parts  
This mai..  
 
 
.....  
A moment of silence for 3 Chaplets of unfinished poetry, ending their lives entitled "A Helluva Story!"