Poets Are Artists of Insanity

“Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” - Albert Einstein I learned all twenty six as they emerged from scribbly scrawls into meaningful mots. I learned how wrap my tongue around them, contort my mouth, stretch them with my voice, move my lips in particulars and to change all of that with locale. I learned to take cues from my peers and make them into a ladder I let my mind use and abuse them as my mouth remained still and my hands took the lead, Intently I watched as delicate change Produced unrehearsed insight. I observed them in their natural habitat sitting impatiently and cross legged in a chair I learned; the power of hearing them, the results when truth did not dwell, the crackling atmosphere when honesty smacked, the fine line of reality, the tension of free interpretation. In a fury of insanity I stood back and admired the beauty of language. They are my concomitant.