I like the twists and turns of phrases
And how they cause smudges of fuzziness
In my mind and anything that
Stirs this obsession is an instant fascination.
I levitate through the time and space of imagination
I flip and flop on phrases and hard sounding words
With mild reckless abandon
And it’s the one instance I throw caution to the wind.
Before a duck’s done shaking its tail
These words coalesce
Into ideas of grandeur and almost immediately
Like quicksand disappear beneath my mind’s feet
Shortest “lease” conceivable.
Soon “after-words” a state of normalcy’s restored.