Tuesday, April 3, 2012

What I Want

I can't just sit down
And write,
It has to come as a flow
And as a smooth thing--
If I chop it up to analyze
It won't write. 
So I just write.
I try not to fix it
Or change it as I go
It's not true inspiration
If it's different from imagination.
If it's not from my contemplation
It's just not real.
It's not poetry.
So. I just write it out
And put it down
On that page
Without a doubt that its
Exactly what I want it to be. 

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