The Searing Hour

The first four lines have been kicking around on scraps of paper and in random text files for about five years now. I latched onto the pantoum as a quick and dirty way of exorcising them. Of course I then had them hanging around for several more months, adding two more lines that weren't quite right. Now, about four months later I finally managed to tweak them enough to be satisfied.

This is what I refer to as 'sound poetry.' It is simply a pattern of words that sounded right in my head. Any coherence comes from the readers' interpretation, or perhaps from my subconscious.