Sometimes to keep the creative juices flowing i do a lil wordage exercise. I put 3 minutes on the clock and I write whatever comes into my head…. here’s what came to mind tonite…
And I sit here under the shadow of a gun
Resting in your blood
Covering my hands from the sun
Praying I will wake
“you and I forever”
Exploding like ten thousand grenades
I’ve seen the wounded soldiers
Marching in a funeral parade
To the depths of their souls
And the bottom of their graves
this Reality is over
the night devoured the day
and I can’t claim i’m sober
with these pills that i take
Pushing me forward
Through time and through space
It is empty
I am hollow
Like the world I’ve embraced
As my own.
