so many words with which to play

by in_extremis

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-09-10 12:46:00

Parent message is 280814
mouth mumbling thought ‘accidents’
looking through my wall
for at least a single
impression threaded
into the essence
of the memory of some thing
or some other thing
its meaning imposing
the intended dream
of a mind burning
with “why’s”
i guess that
whenever it seems
i’m getting at something
i become reclusive
one cannot ask
which inflection
incites the mind’s fire
but know it only
feeling the poems hatch
as the time slows
i rebuild
the world’s image
sitting detached
i let the ink
the pen’s tip speak hard
i scrawl out
feeling the electricity
flow endless through the word