Monthly Archives: January 2012

the writer

final thoughts crash me like a pendulum swinging down against my head

the train of thought slowly dying like a rotten idea

words keep forming

that don’t exist

I keep drawing sentences from a state of delirium with a senile smile licking my lips

I gorge of each verse as I spread my left hand across the paper

writing until my bones clench into handwriting unrecognisable

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push me

they want you to pound, reach harder

graft until it bleeds

till you bring that life in by the tongue and lash into this frost bitten world

they all want to see, they all want to see what they have you reduced to

to smile when they see you in your hovel

but they won’t live to reap the satisfaction