The Cart Before the Horse

 Writing, I do wonder if you are an art and, to an artist, drug.  In that way, never enough, always in your own way.  Always in your own God damned way!  Always the cart before the horse because I am always looking back at you by the time you come out of my mouth and picking up a shoe and melon here, a crate and fistful of feed bounced loose behind, shouting "wait!"