Live for the Chase ( Christmas Bells Are Ringing)

Every poem is just a guess
I guess

You write whatever is best
and the old lines and edges
of words and sounds
fall in line

Every poem takes alot of concentration
and luck

The thoughts and feelings within
move around and shift inside
words and sounds
falling in line

Some men are born underneath a lucky star
Some women give birth beneath a lucky star

The child coming forth into the hay
the sheep goes bah
the cow goes moo
the horse goes neigh

Dark riders and three wise men
stopping on the side of the road
for a cheeseburger
and a shake

Live for the chase