You see, sometimes I get in these moods—
these creative moods, you see, and what I do is
what I do is this:
Line after line after line
and maybe a rhyme
a rhyme or two,
and then this:
break with a careful-placed space
backspace and erase
words all askew
and sometimes, rarely, this:
laptop shut with a "click"
irritated and sick
and you just will not work, will you?
but then, then there's this, this wonderful, magical—
meter and rhythm and beat
louder and better and harder and softer
and beautiful, too
and when it's right, when it's right, it's something lovely—something magical and lyrical and incredible and lovely, and I just—
I cannot help but do it all again.