I forgot how to write-
I'm an artist-
I communicate in form-
Line after line of madness-
Like when words come together-
(majestic magic)
for plagued am I with sleepless
moments of thought patterns
that are lengthy in substance
(a weak sense of patience
palpitates emotional epicenters)
Temperamental tantrums-
Tangents to traumas of past
Experience and the anxiety of
Future encounters with forgotten
Actions and lost words.
(haunting)
The satisfaction of optimism-
Bitter- offensive,
Vulnerability.
(Human actions)
godless choices-
poetic license:
to sculpt lines into letters-
evolving alphabetic variables
into narrative expansions
of expressive breath and vibration.
"I know nothing of the written word,
I know only to the voices in my head."
