I am at war with the words inside me
They clamor around in my head
Scrambling
Scratching
at my mind
Trying to break free
Trying to escape
Abandoning order
Discarding their former seriatim
In a mad rush
for the page in front of me

The callous contempt
For authority
Clearly visible
As the din grows increasingly louder
they bang away
At the walls in my mind

I attempt an edict
Some semblance of structure
My mandate is ignored
As the words press forward
Pushing at the buttresses
I have created
Not for my sake
But the sake of others
I am ignored by the vociferous gathering of words
Their boisterousness wearing down my defenses

At one time I picked and chose
Assembling them in patient strings
Creating decisive and significant correspondences
But now I simply throw them
Flinging them with wild intemperance
Their orbicular clusters
Sticking to the page
I had hopes of some semblance of structure
But more often than not
I find none

I cannot control the swarm
Almost defensively lobbing them
Into the stark white of the screen
They gleefully hurl forward
Splattering across the page
Relieved at their freedom
And I sigh at the reprieve
The slow settling
The temporary quiet
Of my mind

And I wait
Patiently
For the cycle to begin again







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