My ears ring hollow
Keeping me up at night with the need to write,
To slate out words no one knows why
… at first.
But poems form and the screen fills with text
Is given birth on the eve of morning.
I actually posted this one about six months ago with a link to an audio version. But while I was reading it this time, in my basement, I decided I didn’t like the last line. The previous audio version ended up being quite a different reading than this one. In the previous reading, the last two lines run together, whereas, I’ve been recently reading it with a pause before the last line. Crazy, I know.