Word-whore By J.P. Sexton

Word-whore

I write.
What I really want
much more,
is to be
a word-whore

Not for me
the gentle teasing
on a page.
You spend your money -
I earn my wage.

Words come
to me freely,
there is no forcing.
Quickened pulse
blood coursing.

The words
are mine to do 
as I please.
I coax and stroke them
then I squeeze

as much
life out
as I can.
I drain them, 
and start over again.

I suck
them dry.
Spent on the floor.
No reader can say
they needed more. 

J.P. Sexton grew up in the most Northerly County in Ireland – Donegal. He has been writing since his Primary school days in Carndonagh and his writing often reflects the nature, people and turmoil of Irish life, both past and present. He has been previously published in The Irish Times, The Garda Review and The Connaught Telegraph. His memoir; “The Big Yank – Memoir of a Boy Growing Up Irish” was published in 2016.