in the absence
of a particular,
spectacular, expertise…
i just write with my stick in the dirt.

in the absence
of a beautiful,
rhythmic, rhyme –
i just write love, or sad, or joy, or hurt

in the absence
of a gilded (guilded?) braided voice,
wound into the chorus
of the official, poetic, gleaming glitterati
i just scream or sing or simply pervert