Opine
I write because I can
and sentence structure doen't interest me
or what verb goes where
or when it all makes sense,
for I'm waiting for a moment
when some entity intervenes and
seems
to
write to rhyme
or,
time stops and a new idea
reaches within
to spin
me in a different direction than
when I entered here.
Exactly where am I, anyway?
On this machine they call it ....
cyberspace.
"They" (whoever " " are) have to label
every place and every time and
every other thing like rocks and trees
and a breeze
that breathes and does the universe know
that it can blow?
From the legal tablet lined in yellow
its a different space and place where
slowly the eraser seems
to work its magic or its tragic
when it wipes away
the best idea of the whole damn day ....
While I am here, Exactly where are You?
Reading me or is it only another name,
another body, another face, another place and
we are all the same
busily tapping on something
called
keys .....
as We write because We can.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2008
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