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"I Thought to Write" by Joe DiMino I thought to write So I sat down Thinking write Can never be Wrongthe way I see it: A writer has Two choices To write Or to write; and if wrong, Well The critics Never see eye-to-eye, Always reading With one-jaundicefor Each their own; So it is more, Write to taste or write tasteless But all For self alone (The magnanimous Thought comes later) (A seasoning or not seasoning-writer) Writes whether he/she Offends or supports; Fills with health Or sickens A reader always having option To flee or tread heedlessly forward: And often Fearfully strange the terrain Of our most enchanting authors But never proceed On a full stomach; Especially when reading Untraditional! Greatly debatable! Often outrageous Spiritual stuff Best digested By fasting the ancients warned: Flatulence (On such Highly Lit planes)can sear clouds, Incinerated fields, And made barbecue Out of our best heifers Meant for breeding And not feeding Lifes greatest novels Always, involuntary ignition; Needed evacuation (Mind dumping to make ready) However, cannot be provided By body-mechanics Alone So writing, then, Is as much Conscious emptying As it is filling; And most of all Having other worlds to Speak into being Only after annihilating The ones we knowreally The works of others The first thought of Our own, original: Must always be A new dimension-word From somewhere unseen And best left That wayfor above all; Writing must remain That tingle and then Chill in the dark A mysterious dreadespecially For the author) Not a reader by nature But a creator By divine Default . Ironically Both the Atheist And priest Could Equally Affirm . Leave a comment