Inspiration is like the government

– only the week minded need it –

The words of air and marble manifest

themselves through writing exercises

and coffee, amen?

You just live and you learn like rats in a lab

and never question the moral of the author-pen-relationship

you plead artistic freedom to provoke or misspell

Grammar rules lie on the ground in wait of cpr

help that never arrives to the desolate crime scene

like a fellow fellon of prose and poem

stung by wasps like literary jabs

like antidotal rethorics of causal fiction

Book and pen and post-it scribbles

make up runes of odes of heroes past

eternal as the north sea melancholy

the everlasting authorship

of time