Eye Like a Dam
[If I tell you I am full of magic believe me]
Most days I fail, fail as in, just put words on a page. I wait for the surge, the eye to open like a dam and flood me with lines for the next g.o.a.t. poem. It rarely happens. Is it the fluoride in the toothpaste? Big Pharma in our water supply? Is the gov’t behind this blinding? Con-trails? As a child I recall I could see, I mean really see. Now I see on the periphery. The spirits are real. I speak in dog and horse and bird and tree. The entire universe speaks to me. If I tell you I am full of magic believe me. I harness a current at my core. My eye will open soon. The flood will consume the page.