Mad poet, mad poetry

 I stay awake in the night

Chewing gum,

Spitting,

Chewing gum again.

I stay awake in the night

To write.

They say you have the whole day.

Yes you do;

A whole day

To listen to someone else,

To speak for someone else,

To be present for someone else,

To write for someone else.

But I want to write for me;

I want to write poetry-

Love letters to my own soul,

Music score for my heart.

So I chew more gum,

I spit,

And drink coffee again and again.

And I take a walk 

Through the veins in my heart,

Through the misty paths of my soul.

The veins may be throbbing in flowers,

Or deadened by the cold.

The paths may be drawn over mountains with vultures

Or valleys with hungry wolves.

But I walk through

Without weapons,

Without maps, Without hope.

And I cry into my pillow

Or laugh at the bug hurling itself into the lightbulb.

I may lose a leg or kill a wolf;

But I never let the vultures or wolves kill me.

Broken

Or in one piece;

An adventure is an adventure.

And they don’t understand the joy I go through in the night

After taking a walk through my own heart and soul,

And writing a travelogue on it

In the form of poetry.