Blue Rhythms
perhaps i have spoken too loudly--my voice darting fish through the stillness of shallow reefs disturbing plankton along the shore of distant tables--perhaps the gale force of my words sinks moored ships in typhoons of syntax--hurricanes of grammar, appalling verbal banzai. perhaps the poem i have been reciting--its contracting eel lines twisting danger in coral waters--spreads the deep sea horror of thought--the carefully planned sentence--the written breakwater of the ocean's blue naïve conversation.
