One: did words just
pop into your head?
Dressed for success?
Silently shouting,
"Look. At. Me."
Well? What will you
write in response?
Two: did last night's
"Tah-dah!" moment,
captured scribblingly,
profess any worth when
illuminated by morning sun?
Or did beer think itself
scholarly? Well?
Three: has this image
squatted in your mind,
vagrantly occupying
your attention, its
presence exciting but
annoying? Evict it by
describing it?
Four: if Image
brings her friend,
Emotion, accompanying
your nighttime scribbles,
party troika promising
trouble plus fun—
you've got poetry.
Good luck, sucker,
hanging on to your
sense of control. See
ya after your eyeballs
roll back, you forget
your agenda, you
forget your promises.
14/100
(oh, good lord…86 more?)
all the voices in my head 