put down the glasscased
hardfaced digitcrunched
dexterity machines
turn off the phone-apped
metalscrap that turns you
on every hour of every day
figure out c’mon let’s
hear you shout
when a word means
unplug then debug
your scrambledbrain of an egg
carve your lovehungered
undiscovered feeling
on the formerforest
portmanteau a phrase
and then find ways to unpack it
even if it means taking
that egg from the fridge to crack it
morpheme dope and
heroine binges
increase the amount of
narrative hinges
so count out your thoughtbeats
bendknee in sacred mindtweets
of language
outsource the innercourse
by scratching out
the thoughtitch
overreach your underthoughts
tie the fear in twisted knots
don’t turn on the tubebreast
or sit on the potatorest
until you write something
down
© 2010 andrew kooman
