Dylan Thomas Lives On

Hurtling down the freeway
at 59mph
in a 25,500 GVW truck
with an 8,000 pound load
while listening to Dylan Thomas
read prose and poetry
in his first Caedmon recording
from 1952
in his rhythmic
accented voice
while writing poetry of my own
is probably not the safest thing
I've ever done,
nor the most dangerous.
I won't be winning any safety awards
should my bosses read this on my blog,
in this log,
or anywhere else for that matter.
A poets fame
has given way
to new pop stars of the day.
Words exercise
the mind into thought
in the spaces in between the
letters, words, and paragraphs
to shoot out like THUNDER AND LIGHTENING
in the pauses,
Dylan Thomas might say.
Fillling emptiness
in the soup tourine
of a thought
that wasn't there
until the space between the words
offered you the power
to think for yourself.
Inspiration comes where it may,
like
while hurtling down the road
at 59mph
in a 25,500 GVW truck
with an 8,000 pound load
while listening to Dylan Thomas
on the Caedmon recordings
made so many years ago...
at the keyboard of a computer...
pen to page...
bathroom wall...
If hurtling down the freeway
is when inspiration hits,
better to record it,
before one forgets.