It Comes and Goes

My mind is stuck in poetry
Short beat overdrive
I guess I'll leave it there
a while
As if there were a choice

Chasing dogs in heat
down alleys
Standing under windows
hot under my collar
Yowling

Thoughts in five word bursts
The measure of a clip
in this automatic fire
Mental shorthand
It can't be helped

It comes and goes and then
I think again in dialog
Longer thoughts, it's time
for prose
To get back to the other work