Diary of the Poet

today my poetry sounds best
shouted !

the words ricochet off surfaces
randomly

collecting my emotions into phrases
[reflecting my image]
made palatable in slivers
of rhyme and feeling

I am trying
to find a fact to question;?

following my back
willing the body to turn

confronting
anyone listening with one.small.truth.

nothing
but bouncing syllables
innocuously neat
sounding sane
between punctuation certified
by Oxford, …

but even at the top of my lungs
it’s just sound
longing for flesh