I can’t seem to stop! They just happen! (This one, which arrived while I was walking the dogs, is not very publishable, so I am sharing…) [Proper blogging soon, promise!]
I did not want to write a pantoum today—
in fact I refused.
One came to me all the same
like automatic writing.
How could I refuse
the tape unspooling in my head,
like automatic writing
or empty needles’ clack and clatter?
The tape unspooling in my head
proves anything can become a habit,
(The empty needles clack and clatter,)
or an addiction in under thirty days.
Anything can become a habit,
and habits, I know, are hard to break,
as are addictions. In under thirty days
I have become a circus freak.
Habits, I know, are hard to break:
I did not want to write a pantoum today.
I have become a circus freak—
one came to me, all the same.