when i start to write
there comes a time
concisely, precisely
literally
in the form of an alarm
clock
often enjambed with straw
berries or similar merriment
tending toward the abstract
does it counteract the flow
suggest that to go is short-term
stability is relearned
repetition not worth missing
chimes or vibrate or garden samba
jumbling up the space
the lean lines longing for length
the strengths in sounds
resounding consonants
veritable voices in the vowels
sometimes y! the cry of a thousand yellow pigeons
a smidgen of sense
fenced in by delusions
often with a sidewalk
with ways and means
which means committees
the settings often seen in these parts
these contexts in my heart
easily stretched index
a is for apple suckling tree
avocado cornucopia
a plethora of tongues
synchronized
surprised by delicacy
these are the sounds
barring the alarm clock
licking its tocking lips
waiting/ ticking for its turn
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