On Writing
by frankiecrisp
Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-12-17 10:19:00
Typewriter keys staring at me
Like the “unknown”
That used to blink at me
From behind the basement steps
In the dark
And I’m at the bottom
And must make it up
Just close my eyes
then dash
and pray
waiting for that hand
to grab an ankle
and suck me in
Just like this typewriter does