Organicity/ (too many me)

This is a second draft poem about many things

Organicity (too many me)

poetry oozing

dripping

down

on

me.

Flowers blooming

from my

lips.

Thinks are growing

out

of

me,

and poems

drip

from my lips

Flowers bloom

from every

hole.

lovely

oh

see



Many voices (only me)

overwhelming (only me)

(Dreaming) Singing screaming (all of me)

(creaming) Stories Blooming (only me)

(Looming) out! (ripping me)

of (away from)

me



Flowing down

going up

round and round.



Poems flowing (little poems)

dripping

out of me (everywhere)

there's one in my hair.



EWW poems up in there

poems growing in my head

poems rolling in my bed.