My Idea

Something jumps.

Then it kicks.

Biting, scratching

Hoping it sticks

It rips and shreds

In an effort to escape

It’s angry, impatient

And desperate to take shape

There’s something funny

There in the dark

There’s something fuse-less

Hungry for just one spark

It strains, runs, falls

Gets up again to heed a call

It stings, swings, clings

For even something small

It’s trapped. – It thinks

It’s caged. Deranged?

It’s happenstance, coincidence

Longing to be arranged

It’s hitting a wall

That isn’t there

It’s tangled up

In invisible snares

It’s snarling, malcontent

Yet eager to please

It’s boisterously humble

And an easy tease

It beats, slams, pounds

In a rage to get out

Then gingerly confounds

When it shyly pouts

Honestly! It’s childish!

How immature and aggravating!

To put me through

This headaching

Come here! Get out!

I’ve got you now!

Just spill from this pen;

Show them all how.

Listen to me!

Enough is enough!

I mean really,

You’re not that tough.

[Sounds of ink

And a struggle I think

The beast roars

Eager for more

It sounds like it’s coming

In a violent intangible mess

Tearing up the page

There won’t be anything left]

“I’ve won!” I say

All bloodied and bruised

“I now understand

What previously confused”

Rough, unpolished, unrefined

Tamed, restrained, and confined

Gracious in defeat, seemingly ready for design

But I’m still suspicious, about this idea of mine…