i’ve dropped albums
back-to-back,
wrote one and went
right to the next.
some of these things,
i even wrote in one day.
i might be anxious,
i may write sad,
but 83 poems in
less than a year?
who else can say that?
and the counter just
keeps going right up,
who knows when
i’ll hit the big hundo?
it could be tomorrow.
these words come fast,
the last album took
probably an hour.
just give me silence
and a blank page,
then the magic unfolds.
and i don’t write fast
just to get it out,
i do it because
i’m just that good.
83 from august to april?
yeah, i did that,
and i did it damn well.
even my worst is great,
and my joke album
was still amazing.
figure that one out.
Thursday, May 17, 2018
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