At the Bottom

At the Bottom

A Poem by

Writing is horse feed.

What you need without a hand.

Words are not written.

Spoken with a more patient voice.

 

Allow thought-antics

to disturb words with pleading

and you will materialize beggars’ eyes

groping for incarcerating imagination,

ardent that railroad tar be a beetle

 

or rarely seen flower

to blossom balloons.

Many ideas at the bottom

are never sung.

© 2011


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