September 4, 2010


Meanwhile poets sit in a room
each seeking the ineffable
in the words in their mind
in the images and notions
surrounding them.
Meanwhile your thoughts run up hill
and her thoughts stop at the crossing
and my words are stalled on the railroad track
So without a word or a casual glance
the pens take to paper, the words flowing through,
ink staining in scribbles as thoughts transform
from nothingness to newness

In a room full of women

The business man, oh, a dentist, working on Saturday
in the office across the street, above the Church Street Café
across this one way street
Here in a room full of women
the air is filled with words
words about words and words
that show nothing hidden
behind everything
Listening. Eager. Alert.
Waiting for the magic word
that ah-ha word that
flushes the scalding water
full force with words that
burn and shear away pretense
that holy grail of words
So, do you hear it now, out from
the shadows of nothing
escaping from someplace inside
to that piece of paper.

- By Anthony Buccino
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