I write my poems
with spontaneous bursts
of annoyance and moments
of acceptance from those
who seemingly understand.

Sometimes I cannot stop
the thoughts that come forth
like a cup of hot tea
thrown arbitrarily into my
unexpected face.

Rushing to the hospital
for third degree burns,
I burst once more with
words poetic even when my
eyelids melt away.

Written October 9, 2011


2 thoughts on “Spontaneous

  1. Often my thoughts, poetically speaking of course, come to me without warning. So imagine you're standing in your yard and you're drinking tea (or some other hot beverage) and you decide you don’t want it any more. Now, toss it out of your cup into the lawn. Swoosh! Now envision a face suddenly appearing there and you've just thrown hot tea into that person's face. That would be an unexpected face. LMAO! Okay… it's the gist of the message but I'm getting confused with all this self analysis. Basically it means that the thoughts are so spontaneous and sudden that even I am confounded by their meaning… much like now.


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