By Hand
Writing doesn’t come from
Pockets in your
Morning radio program
It moves inertly
Churning in your head
When the butter starts to spread even
And cover a claim
When god is standing behind you
...And the milk is god...
...And the girl is god...
It’s just pouring god into god
And never does clog up the works
From time to time
It, the great heart
Set, black ink from pen
Touched by hand
Writes
When has understanding