I write my poems so that they can’t simply be spoken, they are raced through and read tripping and broken, pieces and words, commas abound,
all to create a racing sound. Spinning thoughts, zooming fast, green means go, zip on past.
I enjoy my poems and their galloping beat, words that nearly take you out of your seat,
that’s my attempt, what I try anyway, but I suppose it’s up to the reader to say.