audio its easier to push piano keys than to unlock a riveting melody i want my grooves to raise the reader's brow like a proud parent i'd like each twist and turn to ignite the audience like an old car key;
my wrists have paid the piper the price of overpractice pressing the pedal to the metal as a official seal of pained ownership;
yet i don't know how to play my DNA to my own satisfaction and i still don't know which skeleton keys will fit my signature.
This is my favorite poem from “Owls That Sneeze in Spirals”. Its a tribute to the creative process itself. I plan to make it the first piece in my anthology.