When You Read This

When you read this, your eyes

Will travel with rhythmic precision

From word to word collecting the

Pieces, smooth like honey and dripping

Like marmalade, but a little faster,

Until you linger and desist at that last period,

Steadily drawing a finish to my poem like

Yarn you could see the end of as it

Unraveled.

 

When I write this, the words

                  Erupt!

Electric neuron explosions

                        I jot precariously

             On a page I’m a little

Unconfident

          About, welding my thoughts

                                  Spontaneously

     Into an illusion of a poem

                      Much the opposite of

Yarn you could see the end of as it

Unraveled.