Master of Thought

Unclear words comb their way into my mind Putting them on paper Feels so much better Not so cluttered and chaotic Its concrete and mine A pencil and an eraser Is all I need They’re my friends My allies Ready when I need them Working an even pace Till the job is done Letting whatever comes to mind Be shown and presented Not on a pedestal Mind you But the light Shall caress the words As their glory rings out While they fly off your lips Too woo some mongrel’s mind In a flash of teeth And a slip of the tongue My work as a master of thought.