Lickety split
This lightning quick slippery shit
Like an orgasm, the thought stops
Makes an appearance for moment as it plops
On to the couch covered in rain drops
You turn your back for a second and listen
As the floor drops
Unaware of what you witnessed
But convinced the presentation
Of inspiration means something
And that something is not to be missed
So you go write despite
No clear direction about where to go
Uncertain about what you know
No idea about what will grow
And praying that you don’t stay up all night
