Shotgun Poetry

you shoot as fast as she loads you
‘cause you don’t know when the muse
is going to take what’s hers away
and you spray words on paper
throwing them slapping them tossing them
so that maybe a few of them’ll find a target
writing as fast as the words come
hoping there’s something to say
that’s shotgun poetry
writing and writing and writing and writing
and writing and writing and writing and
writing and writing and writing and writing
and writing and writing and writing and
if you’re lucky you’ll have written something
and one of those poems you keep pumping into the breech
and firing out into the world will be something
to someone somewhere that isn’t you
I’m writing about life
and I don’t know what it is
but maybe if I keep shooting
I’ll hit something