Saturday, July 23, 2016

what's up

just a ten minute write
it was hiding in the corner
didn't see it move
just dust out and bite me hard
harder than a toothache
scary as pencil sharpener
you know what I mean
and I was driven to pleasure
but first the pain
it wasn't just the title that made the pain
it was jabbing the pencil into the desk pad
smudged graphite killing my dream
it was like looking into a  maelstrom of greys on whites
the words appeared in the mind and recorded on paper
but no not quite so
fingers across keyboard
you don't need to be an operator
to sing these keys
and when you're done
you wonder what you've done.

denis streeter    7/23/16