On writing.

The words
dance around
my mind
i pick them
it's like a
wrestling match
with a forty stone
woman
you don’t want
to touch her
but you do
they dance
and so do i
we waltz
from my mind
down my arm
through my pen
and on to the page
i watch other
people's waltz's
oh how they
dance
like an ape
wearing size
five shoes
they trip and
get back up
again
but they never
seem to know
they fall
and neither do
the publishers
but i do
and i laugh to myself
forgive me
i just find you difficult.