The Elusive Word

The words rattling inside my skull

Fall tick-tock to a metronome beat,

Beat, beat, my frenzied fingers

Against a cup of liquid inspiration

Prattling prose trips off my tongue

And lies sprawled on the page

And I squint a little harder

And dig my nails a little deeper

Into my soft, soft skin

Because perhaps

If I bleed

The words

Will love me again.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i can feel this one....sometimes the words come so mechanically...we just go through the motions of writing, no depth of emotion...we avoid...and write nothing....the words feel offended...they want to be used to express something real, not just something that looks good on paper.
really like your poetry....what you write allows us to take the words to our own place.
j.