Words stick
chewing gum
to shoes in my
fingers can’t
dance on the
keyboard like
ballerinas instead
stop
like boulders of
thought creating
a roadblock to creativity
words hesitate
an interrogation of
ideas in a cul de sac
round like spun sugar
round and round
until

I know now
what writing is
like that is honest
it’s brutal like a bear
maul
it’s exposing like
a good cry
it’s painful like a
thorn
and it’s naked
like children
under swimming
pool showers
giggling and jumping
writing honest
is like
talking to
my lover

Like a good
boy scout I
told the truth
today to my
lover
truth stung bee
stings and bit
junkyard dogs

I bled remorse

My lover a pillar
stood his ground
like a Centurian

and forgave me

Lovers it is
said are
the missing
half of our
soul

Longing for one
I searched everywhere
a man that lost his keys
under every rock
I burrowed dirt under
fingernails
when I didn’t find one
I found two alike
hitched together like
oxen they present
themselves as one

I didn’t write
today my voice
harsher than most
days huskier and
tired but still I try
from the depths of
my silenced voice
to speak in words
as a poet is charged
to do
every day