The Writer

The Writer

Inspired by darkness
He writes only at night,
Studying stanzas
Seducing spellchecks
Scribbling script.
With the stroke of a pen,
He is anyone, anything, anywhere.
His great works,
Are subjected to sabotage,
Prone to plagiarism,
Trapped by thieves.
His ideas
Far exceed
His lifespan,
He will take them with him,
So that they remain unforgotten.
There are times when
He is repulsed
By his own thoughts;
Ashamed
That his open-mindedness,
Is so brave
So bold
So brazen.
He must be careful
With his words,
Disguising them
To avoid unwanted attention.
He masters this skill
By meticulously memorizing
His biblical blueprints:
A dictionary and thesaurus,
The only two books
Worthy to his cause.
He is a word hunter,
Silently stalking
His prey,
Snatching them
From songs,
Taking them
From television;
Scavenging from
Suppliant scripts.
He fishes them out
In an ocean
Of conversations;
Inspecting his catch
Cautiously,
Releasing the insignificant,
Filleting the essential.

He doesn’t waste words,
By perplexedly packing
Them into passages.
He displays them
Attractively,
On a canvas
Of possibilities.
He raises them
From lonely letters,
To surprising syllables.
He rescues them from
Reckless writers,
Saving them from
Misinterpretation.
His message
Is vivid and clear,
He refuses to practice
The art of confusion.
Without writing
He is nothing,
Another drone
In a misguided world;
With it
He is unstoppable;
Creating creative carnage
Amongst freethinkers,
And
Immortalizing injustices
Inflicted by cruelty,
In print.
He sees
The world
In rich detail;
Analyzing
The outline
Of all creation.
Nothing is missed;
From the tiniest atom
To the utmost wonder.
His memory
Is impeccable,
Photographic and precise.
Every element,
Since childhood,
Is engraved in his mind;
Sight, sound, and smell.
He has
A forbidden fetish
For fountain pens.
Collecting them
Like trophies,
Never using them;
Only worshiping
their power,
It is mightier
Than any sword.
Writing is purpose,
Although,
He will never
Be satisfied.
Every draft
Is a rough one;
Susceptible to alterations.
It is his weakness,
He is forever troubled
By the idea of revision.