A March to Stop.

i will
i will write
i will write
i will right
left right left
right left right
i will prick the
pin against the skin
and bring the ink to surface
i will draw it long against
the teeth and send a message
type O positive
something you will not forget
the dirty little Richards of this world
will find their subtle manipulation
failing against the tin
heart shaped hole in my chest
i will write write write them into
oblivion
and their OCD will fall away with the mess of my hair

as it always so seems to go
the hatred of the world is derived from fear
the language of broken crayons and melted
green army figures
i will write
i will right
i Will Right to bring itself back
from the depths of dark Wrong
to stretch
to blink
to yawn large and full
and me

i will sit with hands warm
ready to pour out more
to write
to write
to write.