As honest as possible
Writing, thinking, and ignoring
Proper grammar marks
Package the whole process
Within paper and metaphor.
My pen cannot keep up with my mind
Dichotomy, dimension, and description
Martyr the moment
To record the perfect word.
Maybe it’s the marihuana
Maybe I need more sleep
Maybe I need to write for wandering eyes
Not fixed focal points, paper’s razor edge, and dry ink
Pass through the ether
Vaporize body and mind
I’ll keep my eyes ahead and move my fingers
Tackle all the novel, random, and unavoidable
Challenges my senses attempt to decipher.