I'm writing like a loon again,
inflating my balloon with pen
and ink from enigmatic shores
that soaks into my every pore.

I'm scribbling with the devil's fire,
head full of flames that never tire
and rhymes that write themselves in blood
if ever I ignore their flood.

I'm always
writing by the seat of my pants,
I'm just a
raving idiot savant,
splashing ink with every breath,
seeking meaning before death
can ever take my dreams.

Composing like a freak again,
disposing of my livid pen's
arousal churning like a storm,
Dispensing madness dressed as norm.

I'm always
writing by the seat of my pants,
I'm just a
raving idiot savant,
splashing ink with every breath,
seeking meaning before death
can ever take my dreams.