Writing in the Pinch

We have an inkling of what singing is, and Josephine’s art does not really correspond to it. So is it singing at all? Is it not perhaps just a whistling? Franz Kafka, "Josephine the Mouse Singer"

Writing’s an OK thing to do

(others might choose fishing),
but can I count on it to pull me through?

Time I stayed home with the flu
(poor suffering Christian)
writing was OK to do.

I put down my Winnie the Pooh
and took up whistling,
counting on air to blow me through -

calculating the odds I drew,
what I was risking -
a happy-gambit thing to do?

If not for you, I'd have no clue,
I'd spend my life pissing
up the same rope could pull me through -

words not quite ringing true,
puckered lips a-bussing
bubbly, foamy writing-brew
that, in the pinch, may waft me through.