sometimes i sit down
at my laptop or typewriter
and nothing happens.
that’s all we ever want isn’t it –
something to happen?

Then it comes in trickle
Then into a flood
Sometimes it’s love
Sometimes it’s blood

mostly it’s you that
runs through my veins
that spurts from my wrists
and on to the page

all it takes sometimes
is to just let it be.
a world without you
there would be no me

and through all of the
waiting for something
to happen, i’ve found
out of the nothing
always comes something.