I.
i sit sideways
drinking coffee

writing
scribbling
making sounds

thinking

and you know
that’s it
words
that’s all i want

and the solace that comes with it.

II.
and i am not amazing
not a great writer
not even a good one

but i push
i try

i keep coming up for air
taking it in
going back down

until the words
match the meanings

and the messages speaks out
stands up
give testament
or testimonial

to what was said
what is heard
and what is given

everyday
all day

until it means something
to someone
other then me
other then my life

and then the words can rest
and so can i.

the ice crunches between my teeth
i smile
move my glass

sideways
and ask for more

same color
golden brown hue

take it
leave it
which ever

exhale smoke
simple cigarette
borrowed

as i gave mine up
long ago now
but miss them just the same

the smell
the taste

and they go so well with the writer
the written
the verse

thoughtful
yet poignant
and always ending
too soon

even when i’m searching
for another light
another drink

and another sentence
to finish whatever it is

i’m still trying to say.