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