The urge sets in again,
tapping unknown things
and drawing on the instants
that cause man to be creature.
There is some enchantment,
something artificial
about the whole process,
the urge of playful magistrate.
The attack is taken to heart,
and tap dances mythic things,
rarely dropping the manual
but making magic happen.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 377
Crazy Urges
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