All my poems just sit waiting
unwritten impulses of some things
midway between my brain and my eyes
to get one I sit back in my Barcalounger
and pretend my head is in an MRI machine
with the laser scanner looking
I pay the closest attention
silently mindful
of how much I think and feel
about what I see
and then a poem says
you never saw that feeling
you never felt that vision
you just keep running
from one stimulus to another
like a person who cannot write
you need a bigger Barcalounger.
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 2:47 PM UTC
All my poems just sit waiting
unwritten impulses of some things
midway between my brain and my eyes
to get one I sit back in my Barcalounger
and pretend my head is in an MRI machine
with the laser scanner looking
I pay the closest attention
silently mindful
of how much I think and feel
about what I see
and then a poem says
you never saw that feeling
you never felt that vision
you just keep running
from one stimulus to another
like a person who cannot write
you need a bigger Barcalounger.
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