ideas scatter like dice across the table
there are no losers here
twenty sided D and D dice
knuckle bones like Death uses in Kitta

open and of then and a story spills out
a wolf and his grrl here
a reconstructed body there
a vampire who can't sleep

a werewolf with alopecia
a punk rock mom standing on a bridge
two women armed with lysol
a fairy wearing only leather

all of these dice tumble across
the green velvet of my mind
and scream what are you waiting for
write us down and send us out

i have to agree, why don't i?
this terrible sleepiness?
fear of acceptance?
concern that i won't ever finish?

i won't if i don't start
so i'll gather those dice
rattle them in my hand lovingly
throw them; let them land as they will

and i'll let them lead me
where they choose
across a barren landscape
or through a lush brothel

it's all the same to my
characters as long
as i write them down
do as they say, let them play
and follow where they lead