writing

you can't be bothered
with punctuation
or spelling or in even
getting the facts straight,
sometimes what you write
doesn't even make
sense, making you scratch
your own head, and say
what?
you are runaway train
on this track.
plowing forward
against the steel rails.
making things up as you go
along, taking the clay
of your day, spinning
it on a fast wheel, cooking
it in the kiln of
your over heated mind,
making something out
of nothing, lining
the shelves with simple
ashtrays.