He’s the madman, slicing off an ear,
Spoiling his metaphor,
Charts a sentence through the valley
Flays arms and heart in rhythmic stupor
And for what?
The juxtaposition of a simile perfect;
All’s for nought, and nought but dread,
This creature like Andromeda chained,
Not to jagged rock, or torture pole,
Bounded though, to inertia where,
Gravity tells no tale orated to,
The weightlessness of words.
Words Count with Mama Zen
from the inspiration of Jean Cocteau's first film The Blood of a Poet (1930) to write a poem in less than 80 words