I write

[Arcadia]

"I write all the time"
you said
and I found that
not necessary
not possible
but I said to you
"you're lucky"
maybe only because
I liked something in your face
when you were saying that.
The night was young
and we ordered another bottle.

[abstroint]

when the night is young another bottles often in order

thanks
nice read

[joel]

I'm in front of an alphabet more
often than not. Letters jumbled in advance
of my eyes that somehow my fingers know
how to find and organize into a vocabulary
seem ubiquitous.

Page after page of left-to-write
English and Spanish and German and Greek (and Hebrew
pages running the write-to-left)
seem ubiquitous.

The words are fruitful
and multiply; I generate
so much that I must always be
writing—but when I look at the small thoughts
I value, compressed by stress and
pressure into the fragile diamond state,
there are so few.

The dates on the pages leap weeks and months at a time.

All the carbon skeletons
of life at my fingertips:
I write all the time; most everything
sloughs off like graphite on a page
or a lacey brown leaf on a gentle early winter
movement.

[Arcadia]

thanks for reading!
beautiful text, joel!

[stilltrucking]

or a lacey brown leaf on a gentle early winter
movement.

I am such a great poet I even quote myself. Just trying to get a whiter shade of gray.

On a silent winter morning
Black text appears from left to write
against the virgin snow.

Two few for you
Would be a truckload for me Joel
I got a hole in my head
where music should be
I have no meter
I do not write
More like listening and spontaneous keyboard jitterbugging

I don't know jacksh*t about poetry
But when I hear it---it opens me.
gracias for the poem joel

gracias for the poem Arcadia.

spontaneous gibberish edit later
If you believe that I will tell you another one

[mtmynd]

very interesting read, arcadia. me gusta!