I’m more of a composer.
The words rush through my mind like: electrons in a circuit;
a glut of gore from the wound of weakness; a torrent of insanity from the beer head.
And then I have to stop.
That’s the most difficult part-
having to discipline and arrange thoughts to create art.
It takes time
and time is what you (nor I) do not have.
So let the words ooze- let them boil with thought.
Let the words dance through your veins and circulate your body.
Then throw them together, give them more clout and
etch them onto whatever is near- paper, wall, table or skin.
Let your words clog somebody’s arteries.