clickity-clack
you know this sound well
it rings in your ears because you
know what comes from it, expression personified
amplified, gratified when
you actually get it out release the words which sit
inside your head, resting,
floating like an bobbing apple at a fair
try as you must, but without the right technique, teeth
won't catch the right phrase to present, oh well, at least i know
poems and novels, short stories and plays
consume myself in them, day to day to day
often in the night, when sleep refuses to capture my brain
i dreamt of her last night, perhaps that's why i screamed in vain
oh take these words and make a masterpiece
or just be pollock, make a mess on the canvas and call it art