Conversions

Sometimes,

when I've been writing too much

poetry

but a thought arrests my brain,

wrangling it like a boa constrictor,

and I just have to turn it into

an article

I witness a little disentanglement

of proverbial threads.

The words break free,

like rebellious pearls

from a gossamer string

and fall;

scattered shrapnel 

hiding sarcasm, truth and lyricism-

what you, the reader, shall find

depends on the glasses you wear,

and the wine you drink

because just like that,

in the blink of an eye,

I can transfigure 

Prose to Poetry

because perhaps that is

my language, after all.