Im married to writing
but I'm cheating on her with music.
Both of them give me the release I need
but music is like the light to my cigarette
An ointment made just for my soothing
My wife likes to block me sometimes
to the point where there's a big stop sign
enabling the pen from touching the paper.
When we can't see eye to eye
I leave the cursor blinking
and turn on my stereo
Within seconds I am Alice
squeezing through small doors
And bobbing my head like a toy figurine.
I am in music's bedroom
And as the beat began
it raps itself around me luxuriously
like a new mink coat.
And way after were done
I keep humming her song
because it's stuck in my head,
I arrive home to writing
only to see the blanking cursor still waiting for me
blinking tentatively like a wife tapping her feet
waiting for an explanation.
I caress her, and make sweets words appear.
Soon the cursor is going down
and the white on the page is no longer empty.
Instead we merge, her heart to my mind,
my mind to her heart until we develop
our daughter which can now be called
my first novel.
This is why she's my wife
because she's takes away the empty and the hallow.
She's shows me how to take this roller coaster ride I'm on
and turn it into a amusement park. She is my blackboard, I am the chalk.
I like being the chalk. Music is just a recreational activity, writing is my heart.