At the Bottom

Writing is horse feed.

What you need without a hand.

Words are not written.

Spoken with a more patient voice.

 

Allow thought-antics

to disturb words with pleading

and you will materialize beggars’ eyes

groping for incarcerating imagination,

ardent that railroad tar be a beetle

 

or rarely seen flower

to blossom balloons.

Many ideas at the bottom

are never sung.