Your Restless Finger Art

Most poems bite the bones of our restless fingers; if ignored they may lay grub-sized eggs under the welcome mat, eggs that hatch into noxious clouds within unsuspecting minds. Best to write down those words no matter how absurd. Best to get it all off your chest before it grows into a 500 pound gorilla. Do you read your poem out loud even before the words take form? Do you make weird sounds inside your mouth? Do you rattle your epiglottis as if it were an apple tree and you were starving for just one apple? If so, you must be a poet, maybe not a good one but by God you try, and if you annoy - it you only create noxious clouds then let them be smoke signs, signals that you are most passionate about how original your art smells.