September 13th, 2000

alice lost in labyrinth

poem: You Write.

You Write.

you write, constantly,
new phrases every day
as though you could simply
pour them into
countless tea cups
set on a wonderland table
no room, no room
the mad might say
but you keep on writing
one chair to the next
as though if you were to
sit on your thoughts
for too long
they would be unsaid -
a story lost and unread.

ADP 13 Sept 2000 4:37pm