Don’t stifle the art—

let it pour over all natural-like
or beat your knuckles on the desk
’til thrashing squeezes every thought out. 
I can remember all the time
I spent pouring over weak drafts,
collapsing large graphs into trash.
Writing big becomes my Butterfly Effect
stomach feels the flutter over time
as I grow sick reading writing more more more
of my own self-supposed intellectual
(yet young and ignorant) quips. 
Don’t stifle the art—
Don’t don’t don’t don’t even do it. 
Don’t stifle yourself—
You are an art
in yourself.