language tastes like music
while vanity weeps in song
an obvious tribute
to the mind and larynx
a melodious assault on the
senses
prolonged
a delicious comeuppance
for intent
an inner war yet to be won
partaking of the cognitive
buffet
magic flows in the body of
the pen
vast creativity revealed
circumspects the savagery
unraveling within
peddling one's muse away
ecstasy apart
from all the old silences
the birds
only contribute
to the morning's symphonic
greed.............
(written March 1, 2002 1230am)