one after the other
not a repetition, just
another word, that's right–
write down those bleeding
feelings you're always
so keen to immortalize.
and say something new,
spit things out, let secrets
slide from the brain grooves,
ooze straight onto the page.
don't worry, we'll allow
you a second the this
time around (maybe a
few more) if your head
stays on, ink hands.
never as easy as it looks,
you've done it again,
accept that as metaphor
(unspoken!) for all to hear;
prim listeners go ahead,
riddle fragments into sense.
ricocheting neurons–
holding mismatched
letters together, simply
butterfly-delicate mushy
conjectures: anti-simple;
i'll forget recording these
squiggles, at least until
tomorrow.
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