Compelling Compulsions

i'm just letting the words out

letting them be

where ever they may

some are outcast

some are surpassed

but they are left alone where they lay

true i provide

a moment or two

of non auto correction

of theoretical direction

of miscalculated deflection

but i'm just getting through it

one little latent letter later

one at a time

i'm not sure

i just do it

with or without

a cadence or a rhyme

not prone to cower

not bright but not dour

a bit sweet 'n' sour

not scared of the power

making sense where

there is none

clinging to a waning madness

is better than having nothing to hold

clinging to a grainy sadness

is better than having to be bold

i've nearly plugged all my leaks

there's barely a trickle anymore

so is this the seal or the drought

the calm or the storm

the way it is way it isn't

a suspicious wariness of the norm

a clammy numbness of consecutive excesses

of toe, gut, tongue and brain