grabbin' my pen,

hopin' that when

i pick it up

i'll have some luck

gettin' my heart

to do a jump-start.


and my gray matter, too

will send words through,

and cease this dearth of words

that causes me to be unheard

and brings my own oceans of frowns

in which i may drown.

i'm a Tell without an apple, a scaler without a grapple.
i'm a world with no spin, a pack with no den.
i'm a sea with no shells, Notre Dame with no bells.
i'm a park with no lovers, a dragonfly that can't hover.

Oh, i plead: Bigger than big, Taller than tall
lift me out of Poe's woeful pit, nudge me & renew my wit.
and i promise i won't bemoan too long, this jaunt i'm on.
i'll shake off this wordless state; 'tis not my fate. i'll ponder and muse, use my past if i have to. and get on that tight-wire again with my worldly ken, and once again, i'll soar and soar & meet the golden door.

03/29/2005