It didn't start as a thought on poetry
Something stuck in my throat
It was just a silly memory
A discomfort in the evening
An overdose of migraine medication
A really dry throat from a word misspoken
A silent scream when slipping in the toilet
A line from a movie seen long ago
Not that I started to think about poetry
But now I am pacing restlessly
***
The soup had brown swirls
like the pictures of the solar system
From the new text books
The salad came in four different
square plates, red, white, yellow and green
Like a flag of a nation yet unborn
A boat went from one chair to the onother
with notes, mail and parcels
and little morsels of rationed feelings
By the time desert came
the ocean had caught fire
and the sky started bleeding
so all that was left for the boatman to do
was to play the riverdance songs
on a harmonica
***
type furiously
always the letter i
hit the spacebar
follow the sunshine westward
over the ocean
float by the snow-capped mountains
spacebar spacebar spacebar
capslock
through airport doors
waiting taxis
enter
apartments
unpacked boxes
new bills
old letters
spacebar
carriage-return
go to work
feeling light
over the cubicle
like a floating cottonball
hit the backspace
then enter
then ctrol-c and control-v
and keep going at
it
until
all that
is
left
in
the
whole
room
is
just
you
and
i
floating
like
the
cotton
ball
