Was just reading a bunch of poem blogs hoping to get a moment’s inspiration. And… That seems to be what has happened, though not quite in the sense hoped for.
A word
Do you crack the old
dry twig of language
just to feel a moment’s
shock streak through hands
along bones membranes and
small raised hairs
Do you bend old yellow
rules of syntax until it frays
just to see paint crackle as
splinters rise against mind
revealing plywood layers of
a moment’s understanding
Do you have one idea
what you’re doing as you
play with words saying all
the same old things but
with broken verbs that
hang from splintered nouns
