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.
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