shall i write simply for the sake of writing
or shall i drag this dull blade across my
paper skin and wait for the blood to ink
its way into the lines between the lines?
homeless vagabond words or shall I
lower my hands to their parched lips
and let flow the cooling waters of rhyme?
i think it best to simply stand up, today
in this meat bag and ask mind to ask nerve
to ask muscle to ask bone to ask skin
to simply touch something and just see what happens.
it doesn’t all need to be profound
a tree falling alone, does indeed, make a sound.