Friday, January 18

Poetry/2

Writing to me

To write is to respire, when
I'm on fire
(and/or)
STUCK in the mire

Give me pen, paper or
give me
death
writing, to inhale, exhale breath

adored, ignored
pick me up
get me out
let me be
write- if youre free

(perhaps) privilage
livin in the writing village
hot cold, fed
in safety
a bed
well or unwell read
you can write if you gotta head

a head, a mind
might could be mean and kind
and-- also to get ahead
Red Queen no slugabed
stay put she'd, we'd be dead
dead and quiet
no use to fight it
jus gotta write it

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