tapping the well of words
i have an oil well nodding-donkey
sitting in my head
every time it nods and raises
another poem’s bled
from the seam of golden poets
deep down by my toes
up and down up and down
pumping poems and blank prose
i hope my jargon footprint
will tread lightly where it goes
global and heartwarming
who knows who knows who knows
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