fingers ! H A N G ! like cow udders from arms that need coaxing to milk the words from each swollen tip |||\ |||\ till they produce squiggles squeezed into a black cow style of fluid flow as a poem is issued in a steady stream of conciousness ~ body ! H A N G S ! below the head slack and relaxed until electronic impulses spark it to move towards the keys to awareness where words are farmed from the white fields spread before it ~~~~~\|~~~~~~\| ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ fingers are planted over the black seeds that number 36 and soon in neat lines thoughts bloom \| |\ toes grip the growth of shag stretching from feet that bend and rise carrying the weight of what is left drained but satisfied to the waiting bed of "Hey!!" where more thoughts form in the stable of dreams that night's stall brings.