About how I’ve felt writing my book..
This was fun, I think, before..
But now I’m being flung,
From moving car into a train,
A train that’s made of cheese.
But I love Brie, so that’s no blow,
Ok I’m in my conscious flow,
The words are really sliding out,
I love this process, I’m so proud,
My fingers tapping keys with force,
My fingers feel so… Weak?
Like sausages, Splat, meaty splat,
I can’t explain, but this is crap,
I’ll never ever write this shit,
Nobody will want to read it,
I’ve wasted so much time.
But, wait!!! A clever play on words,
That’s good, I think, my mood it hurls,
Upwards, I sip coffee pleased,
I’m sitting on a masterpiece,
A joy, an epic tour de force,
A fucking gem, pardon my coarse,
But honest voice,
I sigh, I’m lost.
(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Toronto, 2016)