Write

I am a poet.

I bleed words: red

Shiny, crimson, salty.

You know what I mean.

I mean that words roll out of my

mouth

like beads of water off the feathers

Of a duck.

All this came to me at

Midnight last night.

Don't know what I

was doing sitting there

WIDE AWAKE

when I was sposed to be sleepin.

Oh well.

That's life.