Notions

Notions, funny things they are. They can't be grown

in clay pots like flowers waiting for a sprinkling. Notions

have lives of their own. And they're cross cultural too. A 

stranger from another continent replicates a notion 

I'm having right now, archetypal thief, I'll cut out your 

tongue!

Notions congregate and sometimes protest 

radically, without anyone being held responsible. They 

forge clandestine relationships, whisper unsavory 

secrets, exchange unspeakable dreams, and rummage 

around the universe's underbelly looking to steal it's 

most guarded recipes. They multiply, divide, they overlap 

one another and before you're aware, you're told to put 

down your writing tool. You're no longer needed. 

The poem was written without you.