a doggerel

inspirations come around.
they are so many but they are
all lonely.
they speak together and
endlessly and
so you are like a
a sprinter of a pen
to a paper.


how can you stop?
ah, only if you die.
how can you die?
i am cutting my hands
off my body.
you cannot die.
the unfinished business
will sue you.
The Furies will not
allow it.

stay there. Dogged dog.
Admire yourself
Like the leash.