The Red Book<br />By Reid Baer<br /><br />I’m unable to keep pace with my own terms or<br />thoughts flying ahead instead of staying behind<br /><br />this perturbed brain easily enough I lose sight <br />of such fleeting symbols that could spell out – yes - by<br /><br />this hand! I’d rather be ripping off another<br />man’s well expressed work than go insane over words<br /><br />too difficult to pursue so I steal them like<br />a pilfered coin from a purse what with the gold there <br /><br />is ain’t his anyway. I’ll lie consciously in <br />an awkward moment declaring myself as is <br /><br />to impress a fellow traveler by moving these <br />letters around restlessly running here and there -<br /><br />‘tis only my ill gotten gains against my will -<br />I pull everything down and hastily rebuild.<br /><br />-
