when i was walking
i talked to myself
and it was a brilliant
conversation with myself
and really got off on a tangent
that would make
a brilliant piece of writing
once it was tightened up
polished like a rich guy’s
monocle
i had my notebook with me
and a pen
but i told myself
it’s too cold to stop
and write that down
you can remember it ’til
you get back to the office
and that’s why you’re
reading this
capital P capital O capital S
and if i wake up
at two am
remember what all the commotion
was about
i’ll write it down
but keep it to myself
damn it
Words and Feathers 