these poets ...
these poets
spin words into
silky spirals of gossamer
that snatch me out of midair
and entangle my thoughts
catch me completely off-guard
and awaken an unexpected sensation
or a long-absent emotion
with some happy-sad combo
of consonants and vowels
and a sprinkling of punctuation
that startles the shit
out of me
when i realise
someone
other than myself
knows i'm just a big ol' bluebottle fly
buzzing along on a summer breeze
from one manure pile
of human decay
in search of another
heap of damnation
and getting caught up
along the way
in such a sticky web
of eternal salvation
spin words into
silky spirals of gossamer
that snatch me out of midair
and entangle my thoughts
catch me completely off-guard
and awaken an unexpected sensation
or a long-absent emotion
with some happy-sad combo
of consonants and vowels
and a sprinkling of punctuation
that startles the shit
out of me
when i realise
someone
other than myself
knows i'm just a big ol' bluebottle fly
buzzing along on a summer breeze
from one manure pile
of human decay
in search of another
heap of damnation
and getting caught up
along the way
in such a sticky web
of eternal salvation
