Poetry journeys alone,

I once said that to myself

Roaming thoughts

The travel of poetry

From the twists and turns of the brain

Sliding down the arm

Like a demon craving

To be free from entrapment

Shaking the pen in the hand

Across scarp paper

Into a keyboard

Onto the monitor screen

Down the cable

Into the pages of newspapers,

Magazines and journals

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