Hungry for a Stanza
some poems
practically write themselves,
others don’t arrive for days
after
the moments from which
they were inspired:
sometimes an image
sometimes a rhyme
sometimes nonsense
and
sometimes a lie
it’s all
part of the facade
of a creative person
and
her
paint by number
dreams—-
in this colorful world,
she wants to
shake awake,
to feed the masses
on her words.