missing the thought train

words keep tracking endlessly around in my head while i'm awake or sleeping in bed there's pad and pencil by the lamp to write whatever spills out late at night little notebooks and pens stuck all over the place a sentence coils to strike then i do race try to catch phases as they slither on past sometimes i'm lucky other times they're too fast on the stage of my mind many characters dwell part me part created part fantasy's spell but they're all wreathed in words which then must fly like birds flocking in stanzas on pc 'fore my eyes the flickering screen glows late in the dark holding free verse some rhymes and it sounds like a lark 'till you've tried it then found all the tears that it holds uncovered some fears ripped off blindfolds from memories that you'd rather forget but it seems to be they're still with you yet in the middle of this the muse gets upset one minute cold bitch hopes all unmet next instant blowing hot flowing words bold into your brain you race to catch hold of inspiration's thought train just when you have it almost in sight that whistle is blowing 'cross the long lonesome night the phone rings S*H*A*R*P*L*Y cutting you loose you were bound for the box car fell off the cabooseall comments and critiques welcomed Written February 24th, 2002 © on Feb 24 2002 08:55 AM PST   18 • 0 • 10