Often, I come here with the intent to write an update about my life, and nothing but prose comes out. I mark it as “poetry.” I am not a poet, but I like the way some words go together. Like:
“A prim mistress
And sheets of ice lay melting
Over a sonogram
Sixteen beat reporters and two tired officers run rampant
Chasing criminals and scoops in reverse
Order in the court”
Occasionally, I hit send and these words get beamed out into the world for anyone to read. Traffic is a trickle, though, and that’s cool, because this prose crossed with words you know forms some kind of connection for a lucky few.
Like Britney, I did it again.
(This post marked as “poem”; Google Reader marked “as read.”)