Dogs 2010

PROSAIC PATTER
(10/28/10)


the
simple words
spill out
line after
line

no
contrived
complexities
to separate
the reader
or writer
from meanings
profound
or profane

everything
is right
there

evident

exposed

no
surreptitious
subterfuge
to cloud
intent

scrawlings
on the chalkboard
for the whole class
to concur
condemn
or ridicule

hardly worth
reading
at all
but every
once
in a while
some revelation
will be realized
by subject
or observer

the letters
align
in some
metaphoric
metamorphic
miracle
of understanding
that may only
scream
to one person
alone

they may need
to be read
millions of times
before the shine
of substance
can be gleaned
from the surface
of seeming
sameness

millennia
of apparent drivel
are worth
this

we never know
what thoughts
may arise
from even the most
haphazard
presentation
of poetry
or prose

let the
carving
of thoughts
forever
continue

the true
sublimities
are never
created
but write
themselves
long before
the first character
is ever
revealed