expression

Sometimes they

scurry in my head

like

rats

in the attic

sometimes

I sit with my laptop

Mind as blank

As the screen

If I were an artist

I would probably doodle

But with words

There is a finality

You cant be tentative

Words are binary

So they form themselves

Like well-trained

Soldiers

And my screen comes alive

They surprise me at times

Where they come from

What brought them on

Why they laid bare

Poor unsuspecting

Emotions

It’s really between them

I am just a conduit

Not inert though

It’s my party they

Are reigning on