Bring Back My Beginning

Under spleen, when it all sprouted
In bloodied words in place of punches I cowered
Vulgarized. A pen I madly splurged
When the blazes I felt in swells of welts
I felt

Bring back my beginning I cry after
From the boughs and other wood things
The autumn words fell as I caught in frenzy
In crazy: the genius I crazed

Where Dylan scored and courted brilliance
Through flummery sweetness
With only the quill of his dangling wit
I shivered in honey quivers, vicariously

And I say all of the wind on which he wrote
He wrote a spell in riot I couldn’t quell
And gorged myself with solitude
As I passed my pen across with the raw

Bring back the beginning of outbursts
The life of swirls in thirsty whirls
Twirling ink and rhythm and rhyme together
Mashing sounds and meshing music words

Days when I stripped and careless cared
To bare the rare for all to stare
About the lines how coarse yet fragrant
They whipped the storm from my belly up

And in the weakened nights with swaying eyes
I pushed out words, I merely sang a monologue
And from the royal sights I cried in tears
That wrote out blessings with a kill

Bring back my beginning I cry after
The root of my ever-y
The source of the solace I sought
That granted petaled promises painted in smiles

And from bloodied words they came
Now they go, clean as can be
Shaven from meaning, droughted feelings
Dead as the grated sound of the barren silence boring in