From Words to Poetry

I'd buy a fancy typewriter

That chimes at every line--

Spend hours hunched behind its keys

A channel for my mind.


And then, when I have had my fill

I'll toss it to the curb,

Pick up a pen and curl my words

The lessons I have learned.


To write, to write!, in metered verse--

I'd lose the will to talk.

The only thing you'd hear from me

D'be ink and lead and chalk.


It's just one thing to learn to type--

To write's organic., pure,

To displace real-life molecules,

That's what I want to learn.



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