Tumble do the words
down the page
as he reads

jumbled
are the phrases
and the spaces
in between.

Meter makes
the breaks,
breathy seconds,
changes pace,

as tongue twists
down the page,
down the page,
then refrains.

Fever makes its way
to our brains
leaves a stain,

on our minds
in our heads
makes it rain,
acid rain.

The fabric
that she wears,
what compares?
What compares?

From a poem
got an address,
now I'm here.

From a poem
got your first name,
now I'm here,
I'm here.

From your poem
got your hip shape,
now I'm here,

where are you?

03/11/2014