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Sometimes
I feel it within me
bubbling, hissing
pop!
beneath the surface
a cauldron of ideas
and I get the urge
to take a big spoon and mash them all together
stir ‘em up, squish ‘em down
sploosh
adding a dash of comma,
a Pinch of misplaced Capitalization
and a whole jar of allegory
let it simmer for a couple of hours
not too long now
and then when the mixture is colorful
morning dew abatement musty swim delicious red hot nighttime
I pour it out upon the page
drop by drop
letting the sensations seep slowly into outside the box
pooling peacefully onto “poetry” and “prose”
and look!
look closer at the formless rhythm
and peer down the depths of the clouded moonflower acrid sunset
beyond the obvious...into oblivious
oblivion
but
deeper...
It is my soul.
Copyright © Jessica Walls | Year Posted 2008
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