What I Would Do

I’d throw out genius right now
toss in a dash of inspiration
I would throw everything i had at the wall
take what sticks and stick it again
I would fill these words with wisdom

I would write words that scream,
that dance and fling themselves at your mind
I would prop your eyelids open with fascination
I would learn while teaching,
preach while reaching.

I would cram a million metaphors
into sentences like crystal lattice
I would dream a universe and deliver it
frothy on the cusp of an epiphany

I would paint a picture out of syllables
I would send my heart transparent to you with telepathy
I would write everything I’ve ever known
I would stand atop a written victory of raw passion
I would write that, but I don’t have time.