I should write more. I am fundamentally lazy when it comes to writing. Writing will hit me across the head when it wants. I’m not about to go looking for that assault. I should. Would be good for me. Mayhap.
inspiration strikes like lightning.
that blue-moon, once-in-a-never,
the demons I lack the wherewithal to conjure on purpose.
I treat pen-ink like blood, that kind of surprise, like
here-let-me-deal-with this – the ache of a messy spill, the
brain to page sop-up.
So- Why the Lack of Thunder, Etc.?
Balance is the opposite of a catalyst – no mania, no abyss,
(but my body is grateful. No non-stop pacing, head clear, heels immaculate) my body is
grateful, and I don’t have to buy pens any more.
There is a flame that only sparks when something devours something else.
I’ve lost my teeth sharpener, the nightmare that fed violence through my left ear.
My larder is devoid of that storm.