silverwheel
Bluelighter
Sometimes when
I write
I find out
I have never learned the rules.
like staring at the keys of a piano
and knowing nothing
of one interacting with another,
like not knowing
how to make
a phrase
yet with every note, a sequence
begins, or continues,
or ends
a phrase somhow rises,
autonomous;
if symbols had God
that's what it might look like:
just phrasing
the impulse
is innate,
so when I guide a few letters
into each other until they
crack and dissolve
and collapse on each other...
what gives?!
it's not the lack
of the innate impulse
that's getting me
clumsy, it's that it might
spark, a current running
my body, to the fingertips
and scaling upward
to the eyes, convulsing
in their sockets
and my fingers grip the chair
and never release
like I just wiggled at a tooth
with the tip of my tongue
and the entire gumline
ripped out;
in the dream I always
pass out, lose too much blood,
or fuel suction with adrenalie
to keep it all in
like I'd stick my finger in the electrical socket
and love it!
so when I glide a few letters
toward each other,
it is distant. Always
bigger, stronger,
embellished
to always be
just out of reach.
but it's always tempting
it's always electric
I write
I find out
I have never learned the rules.
like staring at the keys of a piano
and knowing nothing
of one interacting with another,
like not knowing
how to make
a phrase
yet with every note, a sequence
begins, or continues,
or ends
a phrase somhow rises,
autonomous;
if symbols had God
that's what it might look like:
just phrasing
the impulse
is innate,
so when I guide a few letters
into each other until they
crack and dissolve
and collapse on each other...
what gives?!
it's not the lack
of the innate impulse
that's getting me
clumsy, it's that it might
spark, a current running
my body, to the fingertips
and scaling upward
to the eyes, convulsing
in their sockets
and my fingers grip the chair
and never release
like I just wiggled at a tooth
with the tip of my tongue
and the entire gumline
ripped out;
in the dream I always
pass out, lose too much blood,
or fuel suction with adrenalie
to keep it all in
like I'd stick my finger in the electrical socket
and love it!
so when I glide a few letters
toward each other,
it is distant. Always
bigger, stronger,
embellished
to always be
just out of reach.
but it's always tempting
it's always electric
