Something To Say

Something To Say

I write better when my nails are short

and clean.

The sound of the keyboard touching

the skin of my finger tips

entices my brain, digitally, as wheels gliding on

iron-made-skies.

I write better when I’m not writing at all

the words flowing, wired

between the subject of my desk and the pressure

of my un-thoughts

dripping.

I write better when I’m dreaming

your summer nights spent by or in the realm of

secret northern lakes

never filled to

fulfillment.

I write better when my eyes merge

into the thickness of solitude or even just gauging

the milky consistency of shells

suspended from the ocean

of time.

But it strikes even better when I’m mentally under

the urge to thrive

emotions as days, hours

a craving for a fleeting

certainty.

Yet, I write best when I

have something

to say.

© 2014, José Eduardo Coelho