I want to write poetry

Like the masters write them

Supplicate thoughts for sounds

And emotions for words

I want to write like I feel

Like when the bitch in me

Finds a dog burrowing in the sand

Only the sand is not the coarse yellow soil

It is the sky.

And the dog is the lone moon

Howling like a wolf.

I want to howl at the stars

Work my claws among the mountains

As if I too am a Kanchenjungha

And chatter about my day

With my little big mouth.