‘I can taste my words when all goes well,
slipping down my throat like literary oysters, fresh from the shell,
or choke on the liquor that feeds me,
feel my ink stained tongue dry up and swell.
I am a writer…
a pay per view, paper over the cracks, paperback writer’
From the poem ‘Write’, parts 1,2 and 3 (remix 2013) – to READ the complete poem and POST COMMENTS go to http://www.daveyoungpoet.wordpress.com/poems