A series of grammatical errors
That result from my pen frantically scratching on my paper
Trying to assemble the chaos in my mind
That even words find it difficult to represent.
Cancellations, calculations, frustrations
When I can’t find the appropriate words to express my…my…
Oh, forget it.
And even after all this trouble,
In the midst of all this turmoil,
Despite the speed of hand movements, and ambidexterity,
Thoughts escape my grasp,
Flashing off as quickly as they flashed on,
Yet still not disappearing, yearning to be released.
The distress of a radical writer
Cannot be expressed.