Michael F. Nyiri: 2004: "The Website"

January 27th, 2004 5:00 p.m. pst
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

"Conversations with thought in Reality Do Not Exist"

Words....walk....slowly, and thought  stops      in her tracks to woo the muse
Alarmingly real,                                           words.........Call
Out
And then run back again into the house and slam the door.
thought.......beakons to the poet, 
"Look, you had it in your grasp, Your muse is nigh, you let her go.
"Look, you had it all planned, and executed, in deathful throe,
So........"
Looking to the left
And to the right away I ponder uselessly, loosely paraphrasing
past prerogatives to the letter,
And nothing better writes a word, thus, like this, on the page.
Fervently typing with no care for thought, no rhymer's rage.
There is "I', and thought is fallible, foolishly looking to be paid.
Hitching a ride with poetic license
Was an easy mistake well made.
Further fathering doubt and hope supreme remains amix with musing.
The human race remains apace with thought, and she thinks it most amusing.
Slowly
Thought 
Stops........................................and rests awhile on her laurels.
This moment was sublimely solipsistic, 
And with thought one hardly ever quarrels.

Alone, with thought for naught but compassion.
An ashen look adorns my face, and words.......
Walk.......
Slowly to the sound of thought stopping in her tracks to chase away
My thoughts for today.