My poems are little demons

My poems are little demons

Invading my skull
My poems are little demons
Hungry for my thoughts
And they must be exorcised
Often—they just die—famished

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Banging out another one

Counting syllables
Banging out another poem
My fingers thrumming
Across the invisible
Broken one-note piano

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Depth charge: a couple of tankas about the monomaniacal nature of the writing process.

 

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