my mind flings open the doors
of conception and poems spill out,
chattering children freed by the bell
from the temporary hell of a classroom,
they push and shove and jostle
words wind themselves around my legs
crafty as cats craving attention;
or they erupt like drunks at a wedding,
uninhibited and brash,
kicking up a commotion
in the corner of my eye.
my metre is unmoored,
ungovernable as an autistic child
screaming in the middle of the street.
images emerge like photos
in a developing tank,
slowly take shape,
acquire light and shade and definition.
my verses are unbridled,
a shoal of silver fish tipped from a net
flapping on the slick boat deck,
gasping hard and
drowning in air.
they shake off form
like dogs out of a river,
ready to rampage after rabbits
through a hazy summer meadow.