Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
a spinning tale, which makes no sense
I draw a line on the sand and see a streak of light following it an eerie light, that is so creepy a premonition of something I can't see the top, the bottom is fathomless yet I spin it weaving a tale out of it yes, I'd catch a grenade for you, but I will not keep it. I will throw it right back at you.