Where are my words?
I must throw them at this screen.
I must shout at the wind
the weak metaphor wind.
It whistles in my ear,
write!
Though none may read
Write!
Though my words are wrong,
poorly uttered
wrongly put
Write!
Magnetic spots will go out
ones will be zeros
paper will rot while covering rocks
and the rocks will win
Write!
For nothing,
for no one,
for you.
Dave Jackson….aka David Michael Jackson aka nobody of importance. Move on.
