Writing a Song


I wrote you a new chord baby
But it sounded like shit
So I played a C instead
And then gave it some rhythm
So I didn't have to go through
A progression
Wait for words to come
Nothing
Then a torrent of words pour forth from
An unknown place
Faster, faster--
Down to a trickle.
Poeticism drips from
My fingertips
Like honey or ink
And then melody comes running in
Late as always
Transmitted from somewhere
Via electromagnetic radiation waves
But it's okay
As long as you're worth the wait

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