Words fly
off the top of my head
I
m
p
r
o
v
i
s
a
t
i
o
n
is my specialty.
Boredom fuels the tide of letters
arranged into a brilliant fortress
A stack of toddler's alphabet blocks
No pencil, no pen,
I use a keyboard instead
And when the lights go out
My world will end
c
r
u
m
b
l
i
n
g
around me,
shrapnel digging into my skin.
And I will be forced to say
                                            farewell.