It doesn't take long for me
to write a poem like it
used to.
No, I see a stream & think
not of rhyme or of
rhythm--words spew
out like blood
and venom.
There's no secret to it, no
golden key, it just
comes.
It bubbles out of me.
I am a word-faucet.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
It doesn't take long for me
to write a poem like it
used to.
No, I see a stream & think
not of rhyme or of
rhythm--words spew
out like blood
and venom.
There's no secret to it, no
golden key, it just
comes.
It bubbles out of me.
I am a word-faucet.
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