It just goes.
I don’t know what to write.
I set my pencil to paper, and it goes
it just goes.
no deep thought
certainly no structure
no counting syllables
for me
nary a rhyme
I have no scheme in mind
or at least I try
because the patterns
have been patted
and the sayings
have been said
but doesnt matter anyway
I just need them
out of my head
so teetring on iambic feet or
flowing out in waves
the words I write
go forth to meet
and who knows who they’ll save
many, some, or none.
I’ll write til my hand goes numb
and I’ll talk until I’m dumb
and read your words until I’m blind
or til I’m out of time and rhyme
I would rather expire than lose my desire
to share this fire. 🙂