On Writing With Vertigo and Fuck You I’ll Still Get My Words In

Writing words writing words

Writing writing writing

Stops

Checks word count

Grumbles and groans

Goes back to writing

Words words words

Writing words writhed

Typos

Writing wings

Flying things

Getting within an approximation

Of where the keys should be brings

Writhing words and flying things

With wings

These words

Words I’m writing

Writing words

Stop

Hammer time

Time to check the words

Sixty three.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Just sixty three?

Space between a and d removed

Turned into and

As it should be

Fixing typos cost words dammit

Back to writing writing writing

Words words words

With swords

And stones

Monsters

And bones

Writing words writing words writing words

Head is spinning

Closes eyes

Writes words blind

Words words words

Breaks to lower my hands

Put down the device

Come out with your hands up

Nonsensical stream of consciousness words

Brain is broken

Gravity is an evil bitch

My gyroscope has flipped a switch

Words on words

Spinning like my brain

Water down the drain

Wet words whirlpool words

Written in blood and years

No tears

Years are full of tears

But not full of blood

These words I’m writing

Stop for word count

Are we there yet?

Are we there yet?

Are we there yet?

Don’t make me pull this keyboard over

Two hundred and fifteen

Almost there kids

Now just sit down and be quiet

Look out the windows

While I’m writing writing writing

Words words words

Oh my fucking god this hurts

But I’ll be damned if I’m not gonna write my words

Just because my ear and brain

Don’t know which way is up

Fuck it, I’ll show them

I’ll show them all

I can write laying down

Writing words words words

Wounded words

That wobble on the page

Just like the rage in my

Inner ear

My inner me says

Ha! See that?

I wrote extra.

Collapses into a heap

Of words words words

While my fingers keep

Right on writing