When I was younger,
I could write every day.
I felt big, everyday.
Now that I’m older
I don’t feel every day.
And Lord knows if you can’t feel
Then you sure as hell can’t write.
Many days I feel nothing.
So I write nothing.
And don’t tell me that ‘nothing’
Is actually ‘something.’
If you write from nothing,
Then that’s exactly what you’re
Going to get: Nothing.
But when clouds part and the bills
Are paid, a modern man begins
To feel the cracks in his armor,
And should he pick up a pen and
Write to the shards of light
That slip through those cracks,
Goddamnit man, that’s really something!