Coming...

*****I know that I write more than probably anybody that I've seen on blogger.com. But I'm treating this as my notebook..and I would write like this..if it were it..




here I come again
gushy schmaltzy
all over my page
an explosion
a discharge of stress
I come over
and over again
leaving a stain
that is nothing but
a nut…
in text
saying what she’s got to say
I have no timing
sometimes I come fast
sometimes I come slow
but the only thing that matters
is that I must finish first
first before I forget
the most important
part of me
….my words

I speak them out loud
when I fuck..
my keyboard
or notebook..
My words reach
out and touch
my most sensitive parts
the deepest depth I can go
Inside….
my words make me shiver
my words get me high
then when it’s over
I want to roll over
and sleep
because writing is a release