writing is simple.
it's like popping a pimple.
one of those nasty ones that
makes a certain clicking noise when it fractures
and another certain splatter when the indulgent ooze lands on the mirror.

writing is as easy as this.
just like taking a ****.
i could try to hold it in as long as possible
but eventually
something will leak out, the dam will burst.

writing is like getting a *******.
i'll do it where other people can see me
if i have to but
if some guy walks up and tries to strike up a conversation
i will not shake his hand.

writing is a *****.
just like that ever-present itch
in the back of your throat
when you have to cough.

writing is like getting off.
you start out slow, exploring her trenches
then quicken the pace, begin hurdling benches.
then, an hour and a half later
you're smoking a cigarette and
trying to remember what just happened.