Words Not Coming

When the words don’t pout
Don’t let themselves be sexy and giving
When your words are flat, very page-like
When the words are deflated, anticipated, too fucking boring
When your words just seem to wait for you
Hey
What do you do?

I soften, I repose, I let lines snake and nose
I wander, hands freely
Limbs soft and silk steely
I give over
Give out
Get some
Leave some out
I seduce the air
Snare the light
Pour the ink
Start a fight
Get my pen between
The legs of humanity
The crack of insanity
The tremble of profanity
I’m giving
I’m getting
I’m lucking out
I’m a street walking hustler
A bedroom sight
I’m on stage
Getting laid
I encourage the incorrigible
Think something horrible
Then I just go away
And the words
They dance and fuck and play
They don’t care to be any other way
They know there is a light
A place between
Who I am
And what gets seen.