He spends his words like nickels and dimes
and there are times where his mind draws blank.
Pockets empty and a used muse that’s in need
of a swift kick. Not a lick of sense commences
until the word bank is open.
Exchanging nouns for another
while verbs and adjective hit the open market.
And on a lark, he’ll toss them together
to see where they take him. It won’t break him
to expend a little energy on an elegy,
or expound on prose. Who knows where
his next bit of text is coming from?
He’ll give you three words for a pronoun
and a modifier to be named later.
At the opening bell he’s no longer a wordsmith
or word joker; it’s just business as usual
for the word broker!
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013
Suggested by POETIC ASIDES – Day 12 (A “broke” poem)