The only reason I write is because....
There are words, solitary and un-empowered., unemployed.
Single, yet, Singular.
I de-file them, dis-organize, tabulate their DNA,
Recombinant, transgenderize, tenderize!
Clichés banned, need chunky pieces of
Shock and saucy sounds that once said aloud,
Never stand still, reverberate, days after first
Spoke.
Words that spoke, spike, such that
Days from now you will come back to this poem,
Sheepish, because you
Spiked,
When these words, you
Spoke.
Thus impaled,
You mine mine veins, thrombosis temples pulse,
You will close contact with your ven,
Intersect memory and prophecy
And never write again the same way.
For having left the sanctuary of the familiar,
You will find the truest safety,
Is
None.
Answer the posed uniquely, then,
You memberize in the company of poets.
This oath believed and bespoke
Both burdened and enlightened,
You, tuned and turned,
Speak:
The only reason I write is...
Because
August 29th 2013