392 Grease

I was writing her a poem
with some stupid name,
something with MISTAKES
in bright red letters in the title
like an overindulgent exit sign
but I threw it out
for a poem
about naked women and war

I never finished that one either
but I started it
and
of course
regret spiked through
it like an ugly vein

this is a free verse poem
about free verse poems
because
well
coming up with metaphors for
death
sex
anger
and my own reflection
is tiring