1
The hand grows like a flower
forcing thoughts on the page
pushing poems out
like little grenades

2
The voice fights with the thought
the hand grabs the thought by the neck
and forces it down, polite, precise,
peopled with popular stuff

3
The voice grows strong
fighting its war of independence
on the brain, the brain
little ruler to measure pain

4
The brain: factory of ice
poured into the drink of thought
cocktail of the eye

5
Tripping on the eye’s acids
I measure my thoughts with a test tube
the glass breaks into song