I try to read but I can’t concentrate
I have no patience and
my mind is a twist
my eyes roll over the orbits
While my whole body
reject the words impressed in the book.
for like I had read in some place :
If you don’t read,
You haven’t the tools to write.
Let’s affront it
a writer is nothing
without his words
The only good thing that a poet can do
is to plasm his ideas in some place,
but to write is to bleed
if your words don’t bleed
better to do something else instead
better to masturbate
and spill sperm all over the floor.