poetry – Page 75 – poems 2 die for

ON A SINGLE WORD

wrote sent a poem
to you, both
id and ego

poem full of instant
instinctual gratification
and
boost to overweening sense
of self

the superego
though
finding indiscretion
taking execption
finding fault

might rip the text out of
your sweaty palm
tear it to
censorious shreds

before your eyes
do alight
on a single word

reached
the end of the line

another line suggested itself
popped into my head
demanding to write itself

or it unfolded even as I
tapped the keys
even as
the pen ran away
from me

metaphor transporting me
even as it burst
into thought

metaphorically
as metaphor does

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