Insomniatic Nonsense Poem by Graham Eccles

Its something to do with the sound of tapping of fingers on keys as the words keep a wrapping themselves around me and i try to get free but the rhythm wont let me be. Its something about the noise as i shout at the people about the things that enrage me these days. I try to escape the cage, of the black and white page that ive been trapped inside since an early age but the elongated sentences that ive been dished out from the judge of the poetry slam, has made me turn out the way i have become, not a complete bum just a bit of one who fights with his tongue cos he cant use a gun and couldnt afford one if he wanted. I write automatic like a kalashnicovic machine gun would spray in a driveby, and when i read out loud it seems that im about to pop, but i dont i just keep my head afloat above the waters of chaos that try to drag me down and down as i splash my way around.

Its something that bubbles up from inside me, and i try to hide see, but often it finds me at three AM with hand on a pen and im at it again, not making much sense but not sat on the fence either, im right there in the middle, a poet who scribbles his random meanderings in no sort of order just comes as it ought to, and i rearrange later the scraps of the paper that i find just lying around. Theres many to be found in the pockets of my mind and the drawers of the time that ive wasted, and i should be frustrated by the way that im going, no sense of me slowing down as yet, i have big breaks but my mind still aches with craziness deep and i often feel bleak but i know its just the void a filling.

I haven't found IT yet but i might in a bit, yeah if i just keep on going this way. You see someone once said, and someone once read and someone quotated from it, but it got a bit scrambled and i kind of rambled it wrongly when i tried to copy, so i think that its best that rather than rest i just put to the test the whole theory. the theory of cracking straight into rapping and seeing what happens to come. not rapping with tongue but using my fingers so fast that the keyboard goes blind, or maybe the pen if thats what i find to release the wierd drift from my mind.