warming up...

hello my dear
reader. dear
dear read-
er... ok
maybe
not.

keep the
time and
keep the
beat. keep
it away from
me, far far a-
way from me
no more to
weigh upon
me - all up
on me or

the words
pour out.
not a pout
not a spout
maybe just a
little shout at
the top of my
poet lungs
for the w-
hole w-
orld to
hear.

and the
novel
waits
for me
on another screen in another
software program and in another
mind state it waited and now it's time
to crack it open and finish the delicate
maneuverings of words, blurring my
reality.

and yet i wait
and run here
to tell my one
reader that i'm
about to write
when instead
i should just
fucking do it.

remember me?
the novel says
with a smirk
and i'm a
little as-
tonished.

no, maybe
admonished
from without and
from within - here we
go with the poetry again.

nerd life where it pays
to be smart in arcane arts
dropping lines of unix like it
was poetry, grepping and vi'ing.
sly smile. sit back. let the online
realms slowly grow. one zero and
one one at a time. sped up. fed up,
no more. short, stunted speech.
speech-
less,
leech
less you
(fit the word)
(fit the rhyme)
and i turn to the
novel again and
once more the
floodgates
open up
and a
little of me
is leaked into
the book to be
released ... soon.

the cover is done.

the story is done.

just a little
gentle sculpting.

opus on love and time
and time and love and
the lovelessness of
some time and the
timelessness of
some love and
knowing the
difference
between
the two.

my words.

me.

the world.

a poet?

simply, yes.

some say a human too,
but i don't believe them (some-
times - silly smile) and then, and
then ...

begin
again

freezepop
slipping into
outerspace so
delicious like -
alone in the
moonlight
heading
for no-
where
on my
way to
some-
where.

 runaway
     faraway
        flyaway
runaway
   faraway
     flyaway

twittering
wings of
words 144
characters
at a time ...

it appears
first draft
was about
the day before
valentine's day.
heh. classic.

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