Originality is important.
I am alone here in my own mind.
There is no map
and there is no road.
It is one of a kind
just as yours is.
It's in a vapor. It's in a flap.
It makes jelly. It chews toads.
It's a dummy. It's a whiz.
Sometimes I have to hunt her down.
Sometimes I have to track her.
Sometimes I hold her still and use a nutcracker.
Such conceit! Such maggoty thoughts,
such an enormous con
just cracks me up.
My brown study will do me in
gushing out of me cold or hot.
Yet I'd risk my life
on that dilly dally buttercup
called dreams. She of the origin,
she of the primal crack, she of the boiling
beginning, she of the riddle, she keeps me here,
toiling and toiling.