iwrite

I write with a broken mind.

Pick up a pen,

get a note

or hold a phone,

drink a coke.

Then, write some more

until inspiration expires.

Look for more, fail.

Sleep, swear.

Rip, tear.

Scribbles in mind.

Questions, headaches.

Breakdowns, replays.

Something's always missing.

Ah, yes

a present consciousness.

Get one, Charles.

Then, write.