How

Wednesday, January 15, 2020
how I'd go to write the next word   I'd figured out
and the tablet wasn't there
and I'd have to hold the word and stagger
room to room to find what I was working on
 
still holding it in my head    think about it
finding the paper   and resolving it into writing
banging against or off the walls   for a standing
direction   down the halls
 
the world's mirrors are    drunk with figuring
it all out       Having to put down all my business
as collateral   subject
to loss in word      I the answer addict   gamble for the object
 
still wanting the oblivion    the innocence
from knowing     that made me responsible for such possessed sense.
 
Wednesday, January 15, 2020