WHAT COMES IN SPURTS

                
     what comes                
in spurts                
     too oft results                
in pools                
     of suspect worth                
yet still                    
     comes forth                
as if to scoff                
     to dance around                
the very nature                
     of almost any                
stiffened form                
     however restrained                
or self confined                
     within the narrower                
yawning realm                
     of more accepted                
more expected                
     standard definitions                
sprung forth                
     in all directions                
up from the valid                
     though  
stagnant mire            
     of so called            
normalcy            
     a twisted            
crippling side effect            
     of and from  
too much  too long                
     congealed                
too tightly held                
     tradition s  
culturally programmed  
     false  blind beliefs    
even so  with that              
     now said                
i still can t help  
     but wonder  
in the broader context  
     bigger picture  
relative freedom  
     of this brief                
feral moment here                
     what words              
can ever                
     come and go                
and not succumb                
     to fallow limits                
of their own                
     too shallow scope                   
to resonate enough                
     to live beyond                
the unknown                
     unmarked shelf life                
of their timeless            
     vague impression s              
subtle  nuanced reach                
     within the              
timeless  other context                
     of it s subconscious                
cloud like content s             
     symbolic imagery s            
ability to bring                
     it right out into                
clearer  conscious view                
     and light  
of any tuned in  
     night or day                
as creative sparks                
     of sudden insights                
waiting to be gleaned                
     from vast                
mysterious place                
     of seemingly                
non physical birth                
     through such                
pre thought release              
     into such                
free  unconjured        
     creatively        
expressed              
     fluid  timeless        
inner vision s      
     newly arisen      
manifested being s      
     ever changing      
ever evolving form      
     even here now
right before        
     my eyes      
barely hidden      
     masked inside      
this freshly      
     spilled      
simple  little      
     twisty poem s        
peculiar little    
     twisty tale    
made
     of all these    
loosely cobbled    
     twisting  little    
free flow    
     twisty word s  
released  
     let out  
set free  
     to leave  
behind  
     in the ever  
spreading  
     silent  
after wake  
     of my  
present  
     lifetime s  
passing  
     journey
as further  
     evidenced  
here tonight  
     within  
this twisty little  
     new born  
poem s  
     still rather  
cryptic  
     twisty little  
trail  
     of twisty  
little  
     words  
again
     which
 came
     in spurts
to rest
     here now
in this
     new
pool
     of even
more
     freshly
spilled
     suspect
worth