Scribble scratch a swiggle sways and loo

       oooo

       oooo

       ps down under

              across

the graph paper my pen

       wa–

              nd–

                     er–

                            s

                                   find­ing intuition

to be a most gal­lant enemy.

The let­ters slanted

              slither

into styl­istic neo­lo­gisms
and I scribble out another word.

Try, again

       again

       again

       again

       again

with the pen
fixed

              RIGIDLY

              di/g/g/in/g/

              into my forefinger

              fighting

              with my mind to say,

       “Curve this way again and again we can swoop and fly free through the lines!”

The blue ink flows in

                                                                                    blots

                                                                      bled brighter

than I inten­ded dotting the i and is that a t?

An ever care­less caress
of the intoxicating

       d

              l

                     e

triad leaves me

sweep­ing

                            to

& fro

       for moments

                            beyond

       & soon
       uncer­tain of my place on the paper.

Thank­fully

double-spaced

I can review my writ­ings
to decipher plain text code
a curs­ive conun­drum waits on each line
I print in fine points below each word
inde­term­in­ate the word
I expect to become
in its place or per­haps a pre­dic­tion
of my thought pro­cess before.

Jason Spidle, former den­izen of the cor­por­ac­racy in the field of mar­ket research, cur­rent unem­ployed freel­ance writer, alwayss pur­veyor of panoptican.org/words, lives in Columbia, SC.