Word Hunger

A good writer, I've heard
always has a pen in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
I think the cigarette is interchangable and tonight
I have a drink,
a vodka and orangette,
a whiskey, no water.

When I began writing at three,
my characters were animals
with distinct plots, turmoil
and resolutions. now I have no boundaries,
restrictions or spiral-bound rules
my characters are people
with broken hearts,
no concept of remorse,
and
so
much
misery.
I consider this plot.


In my world it is a headache wrapped
in font,
the word revolution
word play
and word hunger.
Tonight tonight tonight
I am writing about a girl
who has a broken heart,
a handle of whiskey,
and
so
much
misery.