I've got poetry
wanting to rush
out of me
onto some
ageless page
no matter
lines or spaces
just a place
for my rave and rage
I've got poetry
I need
to flush out of me
spew across some page
write words
paint pictures
carve images
into and out of
providential stone
build buildings
simply cement
worldly implements
I'm at that stage
I've got poetry
I need
to push out of me
like van gogh
slice off an ear
shake and bake
my tainted feelings
let faith and love
rearrange me
incinerate my fear
I've got poetry
that is
crushing me
pushing me
up against a wall
words that tell a story
about how high I fly
and how I fall
I've got poetry
that is eating me
chewing me
down to skin and bone
words that keep
reminding me
that I must atone
I've got poetry
trying to wash over me
words and thoughts
wanting to gush
out of me
there is ice and slush
at times molten lava
erupting out of me
when I fall 
into some cold sea
I feel I'm drowning
crowned by words
and tons of lines
that pull me up
that push me down
all that poetry
deep inside of me
needs a ready page
where all that errant poetry
can release me
from my feral cage
in that fragile moment
I know that I must die
even though that terrifies me
even though I might cry and cry
all that eruptive poetry
all that poetic gravity
simply has me
write more poems
while I dream
and wonder why

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