Ideas (half-baked) which used to glow

With an inner promise of beauty

When turned around and placed

With their feet on the ground

Dissolved into the dust of the brain

Tossed into the gutter, with rain pattering

against their feeble souls, their ink washed away

And running down the drain

Scrapped and thrown to the side like wrapping paper

on Christmas Afternoon

Undercooked thoughts

Have a dreadful fate.


How to Write a Poem

To write a poem,

think a bit

About words and rhythms and

jumbled ideas

String them together

into a shape that casts

its shadow onto other’s minds

And rustles your feelings

with feathery wings

The passengers from my Train of Thought

stumble together on a page

to make a poem.