Speck

Just a little speck
Of dust
In this ecstasy
Of spiralling madness

Can’t stop

I’m high

My pen won’t stop

It wants to write

Anything

Everything

Like I got this music

That won’t stop

Won’t stop getting me more high

I’m high already

Madness pumping, screaming

Like a crazy child

No reason, no situation, no inspiration

Just a string, a continuous string

Haphazardly, jumbling, all over the place

Can’t collect them all

But some are finding their way through