poem

 Poem #24

Soundless scream

Pen that can’t write

200 pounds of muscle

In a zero gravity room

Eating without a gut

It all comes back chewed 

Bon mots

When no one around

Clean cleats of a rainout, the

Emptiness of wet dreams.

Something came 

And ransacked

An unsuspecting mind

Left nothing but

A poem behind   

6/23/21