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.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 377
Crazy Urges
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.