Western Poetry

“Words ruin one's thoughts, paper makes them ridiculous” -- Thomas Bernhard

tribe of thoughts fleeing, 

scatter like dandelion seeds 

or shrapnel

survival of the fastest 

(I write whatever comes to mind, really) 

few escape thought              

jungles are blessed 

with civilization --

structure, language, writing

splat onto page like

a swan hit by a bullet train or 

this poem