The moment that pen touched the page
She waged war
Drew her breath in
Background music for utter inspiration, Bette Ditto sing
What will this particular pellet filled with ink bring
Dripping and seething ’til everything finally turns still
One such beautiful poet’s pill – both mental and physical
One day at a time, mounds of silly rather masterfully shaded by the strength of magnificence
A mind out on heady rent
Conclusively reclusive, prepared to spend all of her hours trying to touch the sky
Prise and prise some more, disguise absolutely nothing
Peel away the hardship, strip it all bare
Fly right by the moon, be E.T.’s clone
Just be sure to give your hand a break and phone home