The Word Cowboy

Out with no phone –
out without
that device which is
my ready-coiled rope –

a slack spiral – a bracelet
looped into a throwable
lifeline – unknottable –

loose for when needed –
for my amateur attempts
to lasso my lawless
thoughts –

Each born-weak twine
twisted over many
weak-born twines –
into a thousand strands –
into one unbreakable line –

Verb-spun into itself –
into a readied tethering
which will bear
me – my word weight –
which will tighten
without a tug or hanging –

There is a knowhow
to such coiling –
which was my first
apprenticeship –
which now –
is my last attempt at art


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