why do you write?

 again and again

she asks me

why are you writing?

what is it supposed to mean?

you stay

up all night drinking

i hear you down there with your guitar

and your notebook.

 

Who do you think you are?

your wasting your time

and I feel like your

ignoring me.

what, Don’t  I 

matter?

 

"WHY DO YOU WRITE?"

 

All around me the

hills are on fire,

flood waters run

breathless

through here

swarming with

rats.

The streets roar

and yawn to

swallow me.

I am born with

cold dogs and

railroad tracks

who run forever over

our broken glass

and live.

 

Born to live with the

lost.

 

I’m chocking 

and I can’t breathe…..

 

so…

  why do I write?

what is it for me?

what do you mean?

what is writing?…

 

I only want to go to

bed

close my eyes

and sleep

forever.