A Look At The Process

I wish I could tangle up my words like you do;
create paradoxical, beautiful, undefinable nonsense
with that gleaming hint of meaning,
that contextual truth, the pearl hooded by
words upon words upon words and
wrapped around with soft whispers of nothing
harsh bites of ironic irrelevance
and carefully misleading references no one will ever understand

Alas, my heart dribbles off my sleeve
and lands exactly where it falls;
it beetles across the page,
being what it is

I wish I could look at my poetry -
smile, and go:
"Yes - that is a mystery"