Words, Like Time, Can Fly!

I'm sat on the edge of my bed
With a pen in my hand
And paper by my side
It's 3:36am
The radio is on low
As muffled voices
Drift across my ramshackle room
Carpeted with my inky ramblings
That leaked from my pen
Words form, and gather together
Copulating with one another
As an orgy of thought
Creeps, and crawls across the page
Like a drunken spider
My words can also take flight
As i revisit basic origami skills
As i turn my written poetry
Into paper planes
As i watchmy words
Glide around my room
Free!
Until they crash
A carnage of broken words
And scattered letters
Some later, to be hoovered up
And put onto fresh paper
recycled into other possibilities

by Jemia