The Writer

The Writer Inspired by darkness he writes only at night; Studying stanzas—seducing spellchecks With the stroke of a pen he is anyone or anything His great works are subjected to sabotage—prone to plagiarism His ideas far exceed his lifespan He will take them with him so that they remain unforgotten There are times when he is repulsed by his own thoughts Ashamed that his open-mindedness is so brave— so brazen He must be careful with his words Disguising them to avoid unwanted attention He masters this skill by the memorizing His important blueprints: a dictionary and thesaurus The only two books worthy to his cause He is a word hunter; silently stalking his prey Snatching them from songs Taking them from television Scavenging from scripts He fishes them out in an ocean of conversations—inspecting his catch cautiously Releasing the insignificant Filleting the essential He doesn’t waste words by packing them into passages He displays them attractively on a canvas of possibilities He raises them from lonely letters to surprising syllables He rescues them from reckless writers—saving them from abuse His message is vivid and clear, he refuses to practice the art of confusion Without writing he is nothing; another drone in a misguided world With it, he is unstoppable Creating creative carnage Amongst freethinkers and immortalizing injustices…in print He sees he world in rich detail; analyzing the outline of all creation Nothing is missed— from the tiniest atom to the utmost wonder His memory is impeccable—photographic and precise Every element, since childhood, is engraved in his mind He has a fetish for fountain pens—collecting them like trophies Never using them, only worshiping their power, it is mightier than any sword Writing is his purpose Even though he will never be satisfied Every draft s a rough one— susceptible to alterations It is his weakness He is forever troubled by the idea of revision