KICK THE CLAY

I could never have dreamed nor hallucinated such things that are on a piece of paper

Or even the wired universe

in the realm from title to end of a poem,

such a gush I can smell and taste the blood of life,,,

such warmth, such exploding love that is sometimes hard to grasp,,,

big pain  great joy  and beyond ,, ,

ink and key punches dot the pages

a million bits floating out thru this universe and maybe others on a wire,,,

and still no matter what still words, love and more words and more love,

infinite life spans all

so kick the clay that holds it in with delight and spit it out.