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


