Writing Late, No Coffee

Writing late, no coffee

Scatter thoughts around you,

plucking them out of the air

into your mind.

Scatter the notebooks,

textbooks,

pages of half-eaten ideas

and bare words.

Strike a match,

then

sieve through the ashes,

but blow them back

in the face of Fate,

transient and ineffable

as decay;

slim bursts of inspiration

meeting death best foot forward

again

and again.

Break everything.

Scatter your life,

blow it in the air in words,

Erasure never saves,

so re-create, unjumble

if you dare

where words wore thin

before, and

don't despair.