Thursday, November 29, 2012

Up late

When I'm up late don't hesi-
tate or even wonder
if I should write
a word that
makes much sense
intense,
intent on finding truth
beneath the frame
of words
and conventions
too unrelenting
and unforgiving, no
time for crafting I'm only drafting
this piece is magically
tragically
obtuse, don't set me loose and free
falling from the highest peak
the mountain I would never climb
still I'm
standing
on top
of the snowcapped
wishes that the
fairies left
behind