Monday, January 17, 2011

This is not a poem

But an outpouring of thoughts


that would otherwise overfill

and spill


Out into the good and well-behaved core of productivity


and make its presence known like a curiously maroon stain on a buttoned down white shirt.
A tiny blob of something breaking up the pinstripes.


Light dark, light dark light.

Dark.


Dark is pretty, occasionally witty


And always it has sharp teeth

and a seductive smile.

2 comments:

  1. No, it's not a poem. But more like a snapshot of "regular" life with glimpses into a darker, more exciting world. Or...maybe that's just me : )

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  2. Thanks Erin.

    I haven't done a lot of writing of late - still picking away at the editing on two longer stories. So sometimes you just have to open the valve and let off a little creative steam. Which was today.

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