all i can wonder is how
this collection of triggers
groupings of scratches
on the page
have come to mean so much.
an identity forms
separate from the beast
a whole new demon
and he's taken the wheel
mutiny!
stolen the office
and hands
and words
triggers
scratches
and now all that matters
is the search for more
more words
more lines, arranged
tore apart
anything to satisfy
the new lord of all of this
more words
for the woman to love
the friends to ogle
the others to shun
and make fun
of the new lord of all of this
the only fuel
is the search
and in this search
i have come to see fit
to write about
the search itself
these words
become the words
i was looking for all along.
and now i can finally stop looking.
i might.