A Long and Rough Ride and We Will Be Very Happy

How do you keep doing it you say tell me how?

You smirk when I say my craven audacity and 

Fierce cowardice open these feeble eyes and

Get me nowhere but I get there fast as hell

How do I do it? I grab hold and I never let go

That’s the simple secret of making poems you just

Wrap desperate arms around the shaggy neck

And make a double clenched fist with your hands

Too easy is not the boast of an actual poet

This beast bucks mountains it backhands ideologies

It smashes  beloved beliefs into diamond dust

It takes shit from no one especially not the scribe

Who holds on with craven audacity and fierce

O such fierce cowardice to the neck of poetry