The Paroles Of JK

A desire to write nonsense,

scribble scream of consciousness words on blank pages

and burn them

and start again. Everything toxic

crap, distracting, all of it dashed out of me

and burned away, like a - 

a detox for the mind, a clearing, a decluttering

I don’t need all these words, all these phrases

I’m trying a minimalist way of speaking but it’s impossible

to communicate. You just look cool.

I’m not cool. I’ve never been cool or

hot either just frantic trying desperately

to get

words

in

as

fast as I can so I don’t get butted out by everyone else.

Less is more, they tell me

Speak softly. Deeply. Slowly.

Not too slowly.

But with everything that buzzes around my head I can’t

I just need everything out there,

outshine the group.

I’m like a star, baby,

exploding from the inside out.