having known desire
having drank of pleasure
and purple pain
i stand in front of the mirror
a ghost stirring inside me
inside my musty mind
a hand and
suddenly a razor
rushing through me
day someday
one never knows

fear of deadlines

in doing this again i
stew on submissions i
fret over selections i
listen to music i
smoke and i
smoke i
edit poems i
chew them one at a time i
make no excuses i
wrestle i
write i
re-write i
read commentary i
indulge myself i
take my own
sweet time

Copyright 2006 by Jeffrey Spahr-Summers.