Like a pressure cooker
Well I was just doing a reply on my blog when I was overtaken by the force of an idea. All of these words bubbling away in my head, like eels, forming into words, sentences and whole paragraphs and then churned apart in the mixer of my thoughts.
For years they have festered like a huge boil waiting to be lanced.
No time. No time. No energy. No time.
Then there is time.
There’s only twenty six. I have to rearrange them into an infinity of possibility, capture the abstractions and lock them into forms that others can see.
Why?
Because I have to.
Like a pressure cooker
Like a pressure cooker full of alphabet soup
The heats turned up
About to explode!
Like a volcano full of words
The magma’s so high
About to unload!
Been boiling and bubbling
Much too long.
Stewing and simmering
So pent-up
It’s wrong.
Like a washing machine of phrases
All spinning around;
I’m in a vortex
That’s screwing right down through the ground
Like a blender of sentences
Churning so fast.
I’ve gotta let it out
Cos this really can’t last.
I’m a cement mixer
Gonna lay down a new road.
A galaxy
That’s about to implode.
A neutron star
With a nova inside –
Poetry or novels?
I just can’t decide.
I’m a man of letters
That I have to arrange
Before they mess with my brain
And make me go strange.
Cathartic,
Illuming,
They gush in a flow.
I couldn’t hold on to them
They just had to go!
Here they are – there they go! Ewuytopogrot ooo immy di wo!
Opher 20.10.2015
That reminded me of a Scrabble game with all the tiles dumped into the lid for the next person to choose one!
Great – it was a bit of fun. I sometimes imagine all those words piled up in there waiting to come out!