The Joy of Writing?

For the love of good poetry, don't do this to yourself

Grasping the instrument firmly
I begin slowly
Up and down
Pulling and pushing
Slowly inspiration mounts
Scretching and scratching
Moans of desire
Loving how the instrument responds
Faster
Faster
Yes, that's it
The instrument jumps with life
My heart races with the joy and anticipation
Fireworks explode inside
The instrument and hand have become one
Until finally
Completely spent
Covered in the perspiration of inspiration
The ejaculation of words
Covering the page!



Anyone gotta cigarette?