Does it bite? Does it burn?
Does it chew? Does it churn?
Does it buzz? Does it crawl?
Does it push? Does it maul?
Is it red? Is it fast?
When it comes, does it last?
When the eyes of those near
wince in hurt, close in tears
Do you stop?
Do you see?
Do you know
you're not free?
"What is poetry? It is a pulsing fragment of the inner life, an untethered music." Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Poetry in Process:
Selected poems to be included in "When Light Makes Long Shadows: A Collection of Poetry" due for publication in 2009.