Head Down, Keep Punching

Never, never, never

title the work before

it’s done,

it’ll doom you.

I just start

wherever I am

and go

but I don’t

look at the screen.

I look at the keys

and I keep typing.

If I look up

I’ll immediately get stuck

on the errors,

and the whether

it looks like

a poem.

Sometimes it’s a rant,

or a deathbed confession,

or an impossible seduction

but I don’t think about it.

Just keep that head down

and keep punching those keys.

To the outside world

it probably looks

like I’m having

brutal and angry

computer sex,

but I don’t care.

I just keep following,

giving the ideas free rein

because I know

they’ll take me

somewhere.

If I keep my mind

and my hands busy,

then my thoughts

can get out of the way

and I can keep dancing

and singing,

looking for the spotlight,

or maybe that cliff

to fling myself from

and then marvel

as I glide down

like a beautiful flying squirrel.

Finally

when I lose my steam,

I stop,

and look up

and wonder

what the hell

I was saying.

Now,

comes the rewrite.

[Written for #MeetingTheBar for www.dversepoets.com a warm place in the cold, cold internet.]