When the Words Leave

i don’t have enough for a book

but i think i could manage a short story

i just wanted to find more of myself

i was never loading for glory

some will find a peace in my words

some will always find war

what’s the point of being nil all

if no one’s keeping the score

what’s the point of compensating

for a condition previously defined

committed to paper or a silicon wafer

only then do the words leave my mind

there is no less

there is no loss

there is nothing to mourn or grieve

this is what happens

this is when the words leave

when i think of all the clever things

i’ve ever thought or uttered aloud

wish i’d had could have had the ability then

to save them to the cloud

should have had that piece of paper

should have had that pen

those words could have been saved for ever

so then i could have shared them again

there is no half

there is no full

there is nothing up my sleeve

this is simply my process

this is when the words leave

got just enough for an anecdote

peppered with humorous lies

my intent is not to obfuscate

i have nothing left to hide

i just twist and i squeeze

i prod and i poke

it might be insightful

it might be a joke

there is no happy

there is no sad

there is just what i believe

this is just how it happens

this is when the words leave