crank-up the equipment that causes a wrinkled brow
of wonder-if-that-fits line you just penned;
keep it idling, for fodder is everything
and everything is fodder.

toss words in the trash for being overused:
gossamer; cicada; cloud; baby; breath;
heart; dreams; touch; caress;
love; infatuation; lust; death; feel;
honey; heartache; heartbreak;
skin-licking, and world.

now, my challenge is to write a poem without words.
it follows:

09/19/2006