Poetry,

It’s when you’ve trapped a passion

Wrangled, wrested, pinned it to the ground

Watch wary

It’s elusive

A demon delusion 

A moment here, a

Nother gone.

The words stomp, scream and whine

Whimpering and wailing

Though you batter, barter and 

Slaughter some

The rest remains undone

A spinning spool of thread spitting in your face

Back pedal 

Your bicycle might bump into a bog 

And swallow all your sumptions

Flummoxing faces and

Tittering fools 

Smipletons and

Sniles 

Allidiles and

Crocogators

Brain bent and fried, smoke wafts up in wings

No, rings

You mean what I see?

I’m marbles my losing

Who knew black pages and blank letters 

Could be so

Confusing?