fearofnothing

I don't wanna face the day.
I don't
wanna
face
the day.

dreams of being on top
of the game, putting pen
onto paper as second nature,

cranking out words of wisdom, turning
pyrotechnic tricks with
sentences of mad run-on
phrases, fantasies run amok,
briefly interrupted by
punctuation. 

another piece
telling the world that I am 
awake, that I have 
something to say,
that in an existence
of crowds and consent,
I stand alone, shooting my 
mouth off and
getting away with it 
because that 
is what 
I do.