some would say they
murdered the language
others that they
murdered reason
writing as they do
all small or
all big
with either too many or
no stops at all
half-phrases
words that don’t follow and
thoughts turned
upside down
and inside out
ideas that stretch one’s
brain in entirely
unnatural directions
as if they wanted to
turn your brain inside
out and jump on it
a good deal
but minds aren’t all
shaped the same way
now
bent and skewed by
war and ancient newness
and the overthrow of power
and the love of rebellion
either be all new or
revive the archaic
or both and neither
at once
but my thoughts
how do they grow?
slowly unfolding
like new leaves
maturing and deepening
roots in rich earth
and they come out in
a fashion logical to
me
but does my lowercase
oddly broken and
mostly unpunctuated style
make sense to anyone else?
i suppose
in some ways
that it doesn’t matter
because the thoughts are
my own