So, I’m just sitting here quietly.
Minding my own business.
When words begin to bombard me,
Like bricks being thrown at a heavily barricaded door.
Trying to make themselves a poem.
“Not now!” I say,
“Besides, I’ll forget.”
Anyway, they are coming too fast,
Getting all mixed up,
As they descend orderlessly and rapidly into my mind.
It’s almost like there’s an elf-like Rumpelstiltskin
Perched high upon that blue file cabinet,
Which lives in the very back of my mind.
The one with all the important stuff that I have long ago forgotten?
He is shouting, yelling, shrieking,
Throwing words and letters around!
Like a gigantic confetti of alphabet.
His crazy antics do abound!
So…what am I supposed to do?
Put them all together to make some sense
Out of his soundless, shrieking, crying?
If you are crabbily demanding all of my attention,
And are trying to help me spin words into gold,
The very least you could do
Is to make some order out of these words!