A Constant Poet Tasting The Void I expell words That fill those Places like birds Birthed by This void We writhe In & thrive As syllables Wriggle themselves Like worms Down my hide I am an Intangible vapor Rising in The moments That taper While I strive To remain wild Ever the weaver Of my Lexicon So reviled I the deceiver In bile am Soaked To the bone So Hello to ye I am Ever the one Who bestows wit Where none bleeds Known keenly as A Constant Poet So please Won't you Come in & Flutter yourself Down Around my pen Like bees Plummeting To their knees & Breath Deeply these Columns that Breath sweetly This breeze As I sit Sipping The sea Now Good evening To thee