The First Draft

The First Draft

I rarely give away a first draft.. whether it’s

On a Post-It, scrap of paper or notebook page,

It’s always edited to look nice and neat.

The first draft contains the energy of

My emotions, the DNA of my sweat and

Tears.. even blood on occasion.

The words are a spell, when spoken

Untranslated by grammar and punctuation..

In their authentic freestyle flow.

Rules make it civilized but the magic has gone.

The first draft is a formula to a place and

Time in my journey, each page is a piece of me,

The raw and unrefined me.

The second draft is just a clone.