Wednesday, January 2, 2008

writer

tap
tap
endlessly falling fingers
do their job -
but precision is finite
and tangents turn and wind
and the fingers take the mind out of
control.

tap
tap
every word erased brings the path
into view...
once more on track the words
write themselves until they come
to another fork in the road.

1 comment:

quonnie4 said...

take the words
and ride them
down the paths they
create.


OR


screw the forks,
go off-roading : )