which is a bit unfair, it could have asked me
I am meaningless now without its definition
distinct possibilities of making sense loom before me
so I must crush these images of pleasantness and hope
and return to my italically scripted inner self
and ponder on thoughts seeded in my night
of wandering mad wondering
not that I need a dictionary anyway
I just take diction and turn it to fiction
punctuation is something I never see a full stop in
tenses is what happens when my nicotine craving lies unsatisfied
exclamation pontificating justification
babble I saw you today
but am unable to remember the context
search for a pretext to enter
strike down upon these keys
so I may unlock my thoughts
pour forth my gibbering
pour forth the caffeine
adrenaline rush
fools rush in
demented dribbling scribblers
of pen upon paper
wander off in the wrong direction
mudcrow
may23 1999
