Island

this pile of madness
in time
not slowly
but suddenly
will be written down
all of my guts
pushing strong ideas
earnest hands typing the letters
that belong to words that i make dance
in a flash you will see exactly how it is
taking advantage of being alone
living my life
just me and time
an experiment
incessant creations
small snapshots
conversations with myself
my stuff stays where my stuff lives
the extra is yours
-B